#paula x 2d

[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.7

Warnings: fighting, swearing, smoking, y/n can fight and Paula can too apparently, bathroom stall? makeout, cunnilingus, proper use of a tooth gap, hair pulling, crying and cumming but also crying cause you’re drunk, multiple orgasms, unprotected (wrap it up sluts), confirmed relationship, drunk sex? kinda? tipsy? IDK-

A/N: So this chapter is a hot mess and maybe 2D and y/n finally have that much needed discussion about what they are before shit gets any worse. I HOPE YALL ENJOY? SORRY THIS ONE TOOK ME A BIT-

P.S this one is for the 2018/2017 rap girlies (#raesremmurd, #migos, #y/n shakes ass)

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Publicity Pt.5

Publicity Pt.6

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“Baddie baddie shot o’clockkkk!” You slur, a wide smile over your face and Noddle giggles all the same.

The bass was booming, and the strobe lights of the club made the slight shimmer in the dress Noodle lent you shine like stars. At least that’s how you felt now 7 shots deep.

You feel so much lighter, an air of confidence and calm washing over you as liquor fills your system.

"Gotta hand it to Murdoc, not a bad idea coming out tonight," You admit with a slight smirk.

You can feel a set of eyes burning into you as you raise the next dark brown shot to your lips. He's watching you, standing against the wall across the way as Paula talks his ear off.

2D's disinterested though, a cigarette hanging from his lips as you swallow down the liquid. Your tongue slips out to lick your lips clean. He faintly shakes his head, briefly looking at Paula, who had stopped talking to sneer at you.

That shot was well earned, especailly after the car ride had you really pushing your limits.

-2 hours ago in the car-

You finally sit back, releasing your grip on the seatbelt as the radio plays. You feel your phone vibrate, the message from Noodle making you sigh.

🍜: I’m about to cuss him out,, why the fuck is she on his lap?!?!

With how hard you rolled your eyes you’re surprised you didn’t see the back of your skull,

Reply: Don’t know, don’t care. I’ll be too drunk to gaf in about 10 minutes

Paula leans foreward, making eye contact with you.

“So, you get around- I mean, get out a lot y/n?” She asks, your blood already boiling but you pride yourself on remaining calm.

“Don’t need to. Get around I mean, I usually can stay faithful to one person.” You hum, hearing noodle choke back a laugh.

“You seem to though, get around?” You speak again, Russel looking at you from the rear view mirror.

It’s a warning of sorts. He knows a fight is bound to break out at any moment. 2D huffs out a laugh which he covers with the clear of his throat.

“‘Scuse me? I-.” Paula’s got this grimace on her face, and the look is making you feel slightly better.

“Oh no you misunderstand. I meant you party often?" You hum, seeing her eye twitch.

The car parks, each of you stepping out and easily walking through the entrance. You can feel eyes on you, but you can’t tell who’s. Russel's because of the caride, Murdoc, because he knows whatever schemes he's got going is working, or 2D...because he can see just how pretty you look in that dress.

It doesn’t matter.

-Currently-

If someone didn’t scoop you up and toss you over their shoulder soon, you would surely be knocked out at the booth Murdoc swindled somehow. Speaking of which? That slimy fucker was nowhere to be seen, having eyes on this little blonde thing that walked in when you all arrived.

You knock back another, and the liquid starts to taste more and more like water.

“Listen, we need to go dance before we- oh my god y/n, LISTEN!” Noodle gasps, her hand grabbing your shoulder as you pause to try and hear better, eyebrows knitting together in focus.

The beat is somewhat ominous, the vocals coming in low at first over the crowd but you catch it, that bass hitting with the lyrics

Rack city bitch

Rack rack city bi-

You’ve never hopped out of your chair quicker, stumbling a bit but gripping Noodle's wrist as you both giggle wildly. The floor had filled up with several people each finding their own space to dance. You can't help the way your hips roll with each vibration of bass, your hands coming to rest on your knees.

The room is spinning, palms coming to hold your waist as you complete a successful body roll. You hope they're his, but you know it's not deep down. They don't feel like his. Don't rub little circles on your waist like he would.

Don't grip like his do.

The flash of cameras catches you off guard but again, you're too drunk to care. The media team would have to deal with it later.

"Damn mama, I didn't know you could do all that." The stranger speaks, your mind blocking his face out.

It didn't matter who he was...because he wasn't D.

"Yeah, anyway, Noodle?" You call, feeling yourself become irritated the longer he speaks.

"What's your deal, I'm tryna talk to you?" He scoffs, but you simply look through him in hopes of seeing Noodle's round glasses.

No luck.

"Okay, I don't care. I'm looking for my friend so move." You scoff back, pushing past him in a bit of a drunken haze.

The stranger smacks his lips and its also a miracle he doesn't make a bigger deal of the situation. You stumble to a wall, head spinning as you take a breath. Yeah that was fun but...it would've been better if it was him.

You curse yourself, looking around, your stomach sinking at the feeling of being alone. Noodle disappeared, Murdoc was gone, Russel, you couldn't even remember where the booth was...and 2D......

2D was probably being seduced by that wicked woman Paula and maybe she was sucking the fuckin soul out of him. Your eyes sting, the lump in your throat working its way out in small sobs as your eyes fill with tears.

Crying in the club? Seriously?

You try to hide in the darkened corner, trying not to ruin your makeup as your heart aches. You shuffle to the bathroom, drunken ladies much like yourself offering you comfort as you try to fix your melted mascara and eyeliner.

The washroom empties, leaving you alone in from of the mirror, overstimulated and ready to leave.

"Are you seriously crying right now?" She speaks, an amusement of sorts lacing her tone.

Paula stands at the sink beside you, applying a fresh coat of deep red lipstick.

"I mean, I would be too if I thought I had a chance at something serious with Stupot." She hums, mater-of-factly.

You can feel your fists balling up at your sides, the sober self-restraint you had dwindling.

"What's your problem? Why are you being such a vicious bitch!? You don't even know me!" You argue, stepping to her as she does the same, quite skilled at making you feel small.

"Honestly, I couldn't care less about you. But Stu, I think I got another chance with 'im. Murdoc seems to think so, and I want my spot in this band back." She admits, your eyes scanning her with rage.

"So you come and squeeze your ass where it doesn't fit? Didn't you want to go after Murdoc in the first place?" You rage, fists still clenched with the last, dwindling ounce of restraint you have left.

"I can have em' both. Stu is a lil.. well let's be honest daft, and Murdoc knows exactly what I wan' an' how to give it to me."

Your knuckles turn white.

"I doubt he'll make me leave the band, he's desperate." She explains, backing up from the mirror, and flashing a smile.

You're at a loss for words, anger boiling within you. Paula walks out, the click of her heels echoing down the hall. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. It's almost as if your reflection speaks to you.

"You're just gonna let that slide? Go fuck her up y/n."

You didn't need to be told twice, your strides were quick and focused, and the only thing on your mind was to wind up and let her have it. You spot her at the bar, her head turning towards you as your palm pulls back.

Whatever drink she had in her mouth went flying out.

She stumbles, reaching for a fistful of your hair and you yelp, taking each punch she throws while she drags you onto the main floor.

The flashes of cameras and the sounds of Nicki Minaj blaring only stimulate you more as you use your leg to kick her off you. Your arm swings full force, landing almost helicopter-like punches as you chant swears, your knuckles becoming bruised.

You can feel your eye pulsing and blood trickle down your lip.

Paula manages to flip you, her fist back in your hair as she lands more punches. Between heaves of 'Bitch, bitch, bitch" and "let me go hoe", the two of you hash it out and are way far less sophisticated than you anticipated.

-moments before disaster-

Stuart sits in the booth, cheek resting again on this palm as music booms through the club. He wasn't sure where you were, that was his biggest concern. Earlier he'd seen you sprint to the floor to dance and some dude had managed to wedge his way to you.

Yeah, it pissed him off but...was he really allowed to be upset right now? You two...weren't in an established relationship. He said he had feelings for you but that was it. Then Paulal showed up and things just felt tense.

The car ride pissed him off, why Paula decided to sit herself where you belonged, he didn't know. However. before he could protest you were already entering the car. He wanted to die right then and there, the look of utter irritation and betrayal written on your face made his heart sink.

And now, you're nowhere to be found...probably with that guy you were dancing with... He perks up at the sound of swearing, something that sounds like confrontation. The crowd seems to swarm to one spot and he can hear your voice, raging and heaving.

"BITCH! GET UP! GET UP!"

Russel, who had been sitting at the booth with him, was already getting up to go separate you from your opponent. He squeezes his way past, spotting both you and Paula beat up, the fight looking to have been pretty fair. The brunette's hair was knotted, red lipstick smudged, and glasses cracked. He doesn't know what to feel, tugging your back as you spit more insults through gritted teeth, lunging to attack her again as she does the same.

-currently-

You're unsure of who won because both of you were being pulled apart by either security or a stranger who just wanted to finish dancing and drinking.

"Wha' happened?!" 2D gasp, tugging you away as you spit blood at her feet, animosity clouding your vision.

"I'm sick of her ass that's what happened. She's a fuckin snake D." You explain, lurching forward as she shoots you a blood-filled smirk.

"Sure am you sleazy twat!" She seethes back, rage flashing in your eyes before you're pulled back again.

You're being dragged away faster than you can process, adrenaline still rushing through your veins as your knuckles twitch. You look up, only seeing a mess of blue hair.

Your stomach drops when you reach a neutral bathroom and when the door clicks locked.

"...D, I-I'm sorry I-"

"Stop. You go' a busted lip" He speaks shortly, running multiple paper towels under the faucet before ringing them out and approaching you.

The lights are dim and, your body beginning to ache now. The cold paper towel meets your lip and you avoid eye contact, silently awaiting something, anything.

"She fucking evil." You whisper, looking down at your shoes, only to have him lift your chin.

"You beat 'er pretty good though," He hums, taking care to not apply too much pressure.

Your head is still fuzzy, the room having a slight spin.

"I did? I was running on whiskey and rage." You giggle, seeing him smile faintly.

"Yeah, I thin' thas' enough for you for tha' nigh'" He explains, a slight frown replacing the brief smile.

"Are we okay?" He asks finally, giving you whiplash almost.

"W-What do you mean? I mean...I don't know. We don't have a label for this and Paula's been all over you. You haven't seemed too much against having her again." You speak tone albeit quite bitter.

When you finally tear your gaze from the tile floor and look up, he's already staring at you, hurt. Fuck that look...those stupid pathetic puppy eyes. Like he was lost and the only guide was you.

"What? No, I.- again? Who told you we-?" He's got so many questions he can barely complete the sentences.

"Murdoc. And Noodle gave me the rest of the details, but that doesn't matter. You didn't even stick up for me. Or dismiss her... or I don't know. But that's not your responsibility because we're not together."

"Oh..." He states simply, brows furrowed just as much as yours now.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn' think you...I don' know I thought that maybe that was only a one-time thing and you didn' wan' me hangin' all over yo-"

"Why would I want that?! Dude, I literally told you I didn't want to mess up whatever this was and you told me you had feelings for me. I want you!" You burst, eyes wide at your confession.

"You do? Though' that' guy you was dancing with was takin' up your attention." He states almost as if you're playing him.

How many trust issues did this guy have?

"Yes Stu, why would I lie. Why would I fucking fight with her over you? I've literally never done that before. Ever. And I was just trying to make you jealous! Kept wishing it was you..." You explain, lifting your bruised knuckles whilst shaking your head in disbelief.

"I want you." You reitorate, eyes searching his. He's not thoroughly convinced almost, his pitch-black hues scanning yours for a hint of malice, maybe even dishonesty.

He finds none.

You can't help but cup his cheek, feeling kinda stupid for the events of the night but it didn't matter now. Like magnets, the two of you pull towards one another, pausing for reassurance between your lips meeting.

He doesn't hesitate to close the gap.

Sobering, you pull him closer, your fingers lacing through the hair at the back of his neck and he whines.

You can feel his body envelope yours, his own hand mimicking your movements, one hand at your waist while the other guides your kisses, each deepening by the second.

Neither of you bother to pull away for air, puffs of air hitting your face as you maneuver to grip the collar of his shirt.

"Here? N-Now? Right now?!" He asks in a huff, face flushed and red under the dim lighting.

"Fucking, yes. Now." You insist, eyebrows furrowed, you pop each button one by one.

"W-Wait no you're drunk,' He gulps, gripping your wrists.

What?! No no no! Why give you that kiss and get you all worked up as if you weren't running off adrenaline? A whine leaves your lips and you rest your forehead on his chest,

"A-A little but please? Please I need you." You whimper, the strap of your dress sliding down.

"Love, you're not...you need to sober up. And I don't thin' you wan' this in a bathroom stall." He explains, pressing a kiss to your temple.

No convincing this one. You sigh, nodding before standing and using him for support. Your phone dings in your dress's pocket and with another heavy sigh you answer.

3 missed calls 7 new messagess 🍜: Who was that guy you were dancing with??? 🍜: Hey whered you go? Missed call from 🍜 🍜: Hey girl where are you? I think Paula finally left D alone you should talk to him 🍜: Girl answer your phone! Missed call from 🍜 🍜 : Holy shit there's a figth?! Two chicks- 🍜 : OH my god that's you?! AND PAULA 🍜 : Where did you and D go? We're outside in the car we need to bounce asap! Missed call from 🍜

You blink hard, glancing up at 2D who’s got one arm around your waist, the other keeping you steady, holding your free hand with care.

“We gotta go. Like now. I think everyone’s in the car.” You whisper, feeling your head start to hurt.

He nods, planting another soft kiss to your temple.

“I know, jus’ focus on keepin’ your balance.” He explains, doing his best to keep you guys along the darkened walls of the club.

Just outside was the bullet-hole-filled Camaro. Inside are Noodle and Russel. Both of them sitting front seat. You stumble down the stairs and into the car with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorryyyy.” You groan, reaching for Noodle's shoulder as she lets out a breath of relief.

“Girl don’t do that again! I didn’t know where you were!” She scolds, gripping your hand with a scowl.

“I was looking for you but I couldn’t find you!” You explain, telling her about what had happened from the washroom all the way to the dance floor and the way up to the fight.

“About that, where’s Paula?” You ask, looking beside you as if she’d just appeared somehow.

“Quit I guess. Said she’s getting her stuff later and just caught a ride after you whooped her ass.” Noodle chuckles. Showing you clips of a video that was already posted on Instagram.

“Fuck, my media team is gonna kick my asss.” You huff, already thinking of what you’d be reprimanded for upon your arrival in New York.

You groan, eyes squeezing shut. You can feel 2D squeezing your hand, keeping you grounded as the car takes turns you won't quite remember by the morning. Speaking of which, you don't even quite remember how you got back to the studio so fast. Hell, you didn't even know how you got up the stairs and seated atop a soft mattress.

A mess of blue hair and a gentle touch remove your heels, each strap pulled off your sore ankles and feet before being set aside. He pulls bobby pins from your hair, each one clinking softly against the nightstand which held an ashtray and the blunt you two had smoked the prior.

Your head is clearing up now, at least a little and he raises a cup with a straw to your lips.

"You're treating me like a princess." You hum, using your free hand to cup his cheek.

He only smiles softly, setting the water aside before kissing you're forehead. What the fuck were you two? The dreaded forehead kiss?! You don't have time to question it because he's already out the door, reminding you that he'd be right back.

You swing your feet off the edge of the bed, the water helping keep whatever headache at bay.

It's dark, the only source of light being the faint glow of the bathroom. Standing, you clumsily walk to the bathroom, observing your state in the mirror, growing at the realization of how fucked your face was.

Mascara and eyeliner were smudged and melted over your eyelids, while the gloss you wore had long gone. In its place was a gash, dried blood surrounding the won't as you poke your lip out to inspect.

Glitter littered your cheeks and adorned the growing bruise there. Your eye's swelling had gone down so that was a plus... You sigh, looking briefly as 2D when he re-enters the room, catching your displeased look in the mirror.

"Got you some pajamas" He offers, offering a soft glace.

"Why don't you just let me wear one of your shirts?" You ask, pleading almost as he paused, but complies, guiding you back t the bed to sit.

He's careful, lifting your dress over your head, face flushing as the sight of your body. God you're just too pretty for your own good. There's a pause, the eye contact strong between the two of you and you cant help but crack first, your arms looping around his neck.

"Thank you, for taking care of me." You whisper, bodies melting together as he tugs this dress shirt of.

"Always. He states simply, your lips meeting again, and you can taste the remnants of a cigarette and butterscotch on his tongue.

The room is filled with soft gasps, mainly on your end as 2D practically caters to you, gauging your every move.

"Le' me make everythin' up to you darlin'" He states, not a question, more of a plea.

"Thought you said I was too drunk?" You recall, raising a accusatory brow.

"We're both drunk" He chuckles, the look in his eyes solely trained on you and filled with anticipation.

"I was jus tryin' t' be responsible'" He explains, seeing a slight grin take its place over your lips.

"Yeah right, drunk and responsible don't even go together." You huff, connecting your lips again as he happily accepts.

Downnn your neck he trails searng hot kisses, sences heightened by the last bit of alcohol still in your bloodstream

"Hey, you don't have to-"

"I want to, 'specially after everythin' yesterday and tonigh'." He explains, already at your waist, peppering kisses along the hem of your panties.

"You already made it clear I'm all you want...now it's my turn."

He nips at your thighs, the sting making you jolt.

Long, slender fingers curl over the waistband and tug the fabric swiftly down your thighs, over your knees, and off past your ankles. You can feel his breath just ghosting over your wetness, each puff of air sending a chill of anticipation down your spine.

He parts his lips, enveloping your folds with a slow, open-mouth kiss, taking time to close over your clit. You jolt again, this time a loud "Ah!" spilling past your lips. You can feel him smirk, and both hands come to rest against either of your thighs.

With brows knitted together in pleasure, 2D takes his chance to look at up at you from under his lashes.

So pretty.

Your head tiled back against the pillows, bruised knuckles turning white as you squeeze the sheets. It's almost impossible to look away as he eats you for all your worth. He particularly enjoys how your back arches off the mattress when he decides to push two fingers into you.

"FFFuck Stu, I-Im gonna cum," You speak breathlessly, more of a warning to him than anything.

"I know, can' feel you squeezin' down on me." He huff happily, curling his fingers in, up, and out again.

Its enough to snap the line of pressure that'd been building since he first slipped your dress off.

You lurch forward, hot, heavy moans rolling off your tongue in waves as he laps up your arousal, humming in satisfaction.

"So good love, you taste so good." He praises, peppering soft kisses over your core all the way back up to your lips.

Despite the exhaustion filling your body, you fight to keep going, still needing more.

Wanting more

"Need to feel you. Please, let me feel you." You beg desperately, tasting yourself on his tongue with each kiss.

"I know, I know love." He huffs, accent thick against your lip as he manages to slot himself between your legs, parted just enough to feel his bulge press against your sopping wet folds.

You've got a bruising grip on his shoulder, his lanky arm wrapping around your waist as he pushes his briefs down just enough to let his length spring free.

Still so pretty.

You're staring at it, mouth watering at the thought of having it in your mouth again. It's almost as if he can read your mind because, with a gap-toothed smirk, he captures your lips in a kiss just barely slipping the tip of his cock between your folds.

"Another time, f-fuck. Jus' le' me do this for you." He begs, whining mid-sentence at the contact.

He's warm against you, and you nod, eyes meeting his just before he pushes in.

The stretch, just as delicious as before has you sucking in a breath as he does the same. You're wrapped in one another, Your back against the pillows, arms slung around his neck now. 2D pulls your waist close, bare stomachs and chests touching as your legs wrap around his waist.

He rolls up into you, your bodies connected and burning.

"Yes, right there." You whine, burrying your makeup smudged face into his neck.

He huffs out a moan, back to gripping your waist with the hand that's wrapped around you. The other is tucked behind him, steadying himself with each upward roll of his hips.

"I've really got you this wet l-love?" He whimpers, each squelch sounding more vulgar than the last.

He rolls up hard this time, picking up his pace.

"Fuckkk yes, all you, all for you." You cry, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as he reaches the deepest parts of you.

Another thrust had your head tossing back, the moan tearing from your throat making him push again, lips kissing against your pulse. He sets a bruising pace, the echo of your bodies meeting over and over combined with the faint squeak of his bed.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry I- fuck don't stop," You whimper, feeling him shake his head against your neck, his mouth coming to envelop one of your nipples.

Your eyes water, tears spilling past your waterline from the sudden overwhelming guilt mixed with far too much pleasure it almost hurt.

"Don' you dare apologize righ' now. You jus' focus on feelin' good. Le' me make you feel good." He instructs, every word he speaks and every upward plunges into you sending you closer to your peak.

He kisses your tears away, moving his hand from your waist to stroke your hair lovingly.

You can feel him stutter, that same focused look on his face from before written all over his face. It's almost impossible to not look down and admire.

His face is flushed red, eyes almost closed. He's got this knot in the middle of his furrowed brows, mouth trying to find a place between slightly agape with whimpers and moans, or tucking his lower lip between his teeth.

"W-Wait, love I-need to pull-"

"Don't. Don't, just let me feel you, Stu, please." You whine, nails clawing at his back, his slender frame sitting so perfectly in your arms as he fights against his better judgment.

"Shit, y/n you can't just- oh fuck!" He groans, hips trying their best to keep pace, fighting off his own high.

"Please? I'll beg so pretty Stu."

"L-Love, I need you to say it. Say it and it's yours." He huff seriously, trying his best to keep a standard pace as to not throw you or himself over the edge too quickly.

He reached his fingers down to pinch your clit, a yelp leaving your lips as you fix them to ask exactly what you need

"Please cum in me."

It comes out as a breathless whimper, the stimulation of his thrusts mixed with his fingers and the overall tension sends your second orgasm of the night washing over you like a tidal wave, the crash trapping air in your lungs.

"Fuckkkkk yes." He whimpers, your mouths meeting once again, each sound of your releases swallowed up amongst passionate, sloppy kisses.

Heavy breaths and slow-paced thrusts only let you hear how absolutely soaked you are, 2D slowly pulling out of you. The thick ropes of cum slide down past your thighs, his length coated in you.

You're tangle with one another, lips coming back in contact with passionate firey kisses, each one softer and more loving than the last.

"Y/n," He begins, holding your face in his hands, black eyes searching yours, the tip of his nose touching yours.

"You mean so much more to me than jus' a fuck. I want you t' know tha'. An' I don' wan' you to think I'm sayin' this cause we uh..we just- anyway, will you to be my girlfrien'? Officially?" He states, panic written in his features.

It's like he was worried you'd reject him, despite having explained yourself and your feelings already.

Your heart races in your chest, eyes searching his.

This was what you wanted…so why were you so scared to accept it. The invitation of affection and adoration from the singer you'd fallen for in the span of a month you'd been working on this god-forsaken album.

After dealing with his fucking boss...and his evil ex-girlfriend, what you wished for had finally fallen into your lap, literally. And it was holding you, searching your reaction with panic.

Your heart twists and flutters at the thought of being involved...while your stomach churns with fear. What would this mean when it was all said and done...

With the album somewhat finished, you'd be shipped off to New York again at a moment's notice. You'd become strangers even. The paparazzi would get a hold of it and twist your relationship into something...Your mouth hangs open, fear lacing the response.

"Yes."

AN: Heyyyy so I made a little taglist fr some of you that seem to be really enjoying this story so far! Thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you guys are ready for the last few chapters ass I wrap this one up!

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[supernatural-bias]

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.”

[xocalliexo]

Would people be annoyed with an out of character Murdoc fanfiction? (And maybe the rest of the gang but really just him.)

I have an idea for a multi-fic for Murdoc x Reader but I don’t want people getting annoyed that he’s probably going to be a bit out of character, especially towards the end after a time jump.

I’ll probably end up writing it anyways and I know that authors should write no matter what since it’s their art but I always overthink things.

Feedback on this would be so much appreciated!!

[beeloovedd]

Peep the writing list!!

Fandoms and characters!!

Ghost!:

All of the ghouls and any of the Papa's, if I listened them we'd be here for hours but if you really want a full listen then here

Gorillaz!:

2D, Noodle, Russel, Murdoc, Ace, Paula and Hannibal

Regretavator!:

Bive, Split, Infected, Poob, Pest, DrRETRO, Folly, Mach, Pilby, Scag, Prototype, Lampert, Wallter, Mark, Melanie, Mozelle, Stat, Crem

Pressure!:

Sebastian, pAInter, Imaginary friend, Lopee, Bouncer

About my writing

As of now I don't do character x reader fics

I don't write anything of Noodle x anyone else because I see them as parental figures to her

Is don't write sodo x sunshine because I see them as siblings

I don't write Mach x Pilby cause I see her as more of a parental figure

I don't write nsfw

[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!

[gorillaz-imagines]

wip 👀👀

[all-gorillaz-imagines]

The Paula Request

(Sorry to whoever requested the Paula imagine! It accidentally got deleted as I was trying to send out a post! I’m so so sorry but here it is! Enjoy!)

WARNING 

THIS CONTENT CONTAINS BLOOD    

~ Today wasn’t a good day at Kong Studios, you were sick and 2D was super busy on the new album. You spent most of the day sleeping and taking medicine that then caused you to get sleepy again. 2D would come in sometimes to check on you or bring you some water since you didn’t feel well enough to eat.

 ~ As 2D was working, he heard the doorbell ring, “Who tha bloo’y hell coul’ that be?” He questioned as he walked to the door. He yawned from working all day before opening the door and who he saw in front of him made him do a double take. “Paula! Wha’ tha fuck do ya wan’?” He growled at her. Paula sneered and pushed 2D aside to let herself in. “I’ve just come to say hello.” She smiled evilly at 2D but he just glared at her. “And to say that I take you back.” 2D snorted, “Ya fink this is a game? I got someone else, Paula. Now get tha fuck out’a my house!” He pointed to the door. Paula swayed her hips while walking up to him, “But don’t you remember all those fun times we had sweet cheeks?” She placed a hand on his chest. He immediately threw it off and growled again. “Oh yea’ like how ya chea’ed on me wit Murdoc?!” 2D was hot with anger. Paula laughed and said, “You were always so hot when you got mad.” She quickly grabbed his face and pulled him in for a nasty kiss.

 ~ “2D?” You called out from the spot you were standing in. You couldn’t believe it. He was kissing Paula… You didn’t even think they spoke anymore. 2D threw Paula off and screamed, “It’s not what ya fink! This crazy bitch came afte’ me!” 2D ran up to you to hold you but you backed away. Paula just laughed and said, “Just tell the poor girl the truth, sweetie.” 2D turned around to face Paula. “SHU’ THA FUCK UP!” He grabbed her by her arm and threw her out of the house, locking the door behind him. Tears were already starting to fall down your face.

 ~ “Did you even love me?” You asked him, your voice cracked so you looked away. 2D’s heart shattered. “O’ course I do. I nevea love anyone like I love ya.” He held onto your shoulders. “Please, please, please believe me. I didn’ wan’ no-fin ta do wit her.” 2D had tears rolling down his cheeks. You looked up at him, “Do you still talk to her?” He looked shocked, “No, I haven’ spoke ta her in years. I don’ know why she show’d up…” 2D shook his head. You started shaking because you were still sick. “Can I just have the rest of the day to think?” 2D had even more tears rolling down his face. He looked like he had just been stabbed in the heart. He dropped his hands from your shoulders and said, “O’ course, love.”

 ~ You turned around to walk back to your room. You were still crying. You wanted to believe 2D but seeing them kiss had completely broken your heart. You never thought you’d have to worry about this kind of stuff with 2D…

 ~ Meanwhile, 2D was sitting on the couch sobbing. Had he just lost you? He couldn’t bear the thought. He suddenly felt sick and ran to throw up in the toilet. This was all Paula’s fault. 2D’s anger returned. “Tha’ fuckin’ bitch!” He screamed as he punched the mirror above the sink and grunted in pain. The glass had cut up his hand.

 ~ When you heard the crash you ran into the bathroom to see the shattered mirror and 2D’s hand covered in blood. “2D, what did you do?” You looked at him sadly. He fell to his knees and started sobbing again. “Please! Don’ leave me! I can’t live wit out ya!” 2D started hiccupping from the crying. You couldn’t stand to see him like this. “Come on, let’s clean your hand.” You helped him up and walked to the kitchen sink. You gently washed his wounds and picked out any glass he had in his knuckles. You then wrapped up his hand and kissed it. “I won’t ever leave you, Stu.”

[hongkongaton-imagines]

I'm in the mood for some angst and comfort, if that's okay. 😅 As we know, "To Binge" was written by 2D and Paula back in Phase 1 (with Murdoc finding the paper later on in Phase 3), and I wanna ask for an imagine that is tied to that. A scenario in which 2D hears that song playing on the radio, and becomes sad, and it's up to his s/o to comfort him and make him open up, preferably with a happy ending. Can you do that please? 🥺

dUDE- 🥺

im already sobbing and i havent even thought too much about what to write yet-

also, sorry for making these so long. when i find a idea that i really want to go into detail about, i usually write a ton about them

you know about paula

well actually, it was more like murdoc wont stop flirting with you and keeps calling you "paula 2.0"

you hate it but you ignore it for 2D's sake

when seeing pictures of her, it seemed to you that she made 2D genuinely happy. before the incident of course

2D didn't talk about her much and the others tried not to go into detail about her

but one day, the two of you were sitting in the kitchen after russel made some breakfast

the murdoc's radio was on and it seemed like the station was only playing gorillaz songs for a little while

and then suddenly, a song you definitely heard before began to play

it was "to binge", a song that paula and 2D wrote together

you, not wanting to get into it, ignored it but it seemed like 2D couldnt

he was staring at the radio from his seat with a frown, you took this as a cue to get up and turn it off

but he grabbed your wrist and asked, "do you fink she cared...?"

"cared about what, stu?" | he responded with, "cared about cheatin' on meh wit' murdoc."

you stood there in silence for a little bit longer to figure out what to say "i think so. i think she regretted it. maybe she still does."

he thought about it for a second. you could basically see the cogs turning in his head before he smiled up at you, "ah, i know murdoc's been callin' you paula 2.0 and i think i should tell you more about her. ya know, so you dont end up how she did. is that...okay?"

"of course its okay, stu. and dont worry, ill get murdoc to stop calling me that soon enough..." you punched your other open palm to make your point

2D jumped in his seat but began to laugh right after

[moonjelliesjam]

GIRLFRIEND

Title: Girlfriend

Pairing: Stuart Pot x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Gorillaz

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Series: None

Part 1 ONLY

Masterlist

Notes: Wrote this with 2 Braincells after reminiscing my awkward years. Which I love despite feeling scrappy.

Also Gorillaz was called Gorilla before Gorillaz I believe.

IF I'M WRONG PLEASE SOMEONE CORRECT ME!

Summary: pre-Gorillaz is out at a new Minigolf course. Y/n third wheels the alone time with Stuart and Paula. What could go wrong?

---

Bursting through the doors of Kong Studios. After all of the running past tombstones and lightning I wheezed.

The loud slam of the double doors gained attention from the four band members or Gorilla. Their heads turned towards the direction of the doors.

"GUYS!!! GUYS!! GUYS!! and Paula.. I HAVE AMAZING NEWS!!!" I hollered.

Hearing many groans.

Mainly from Murdoc and Paula, A hum from Stuart, and loud footsteps from Russel.

As I finished my wheezefest I smiled at them all and held up a poster for a mini-golf course.

Everyone groaned.

Minus Stuart and Russel.

"What? I thought you all liked mini-golf? What's wrong?" I pouted.

"Don't you remember the last time we were at one y/n?" Paula sighed.

I tilted my head in confusion. Murdoc groaned out loud.

"For your sake did you not drive into a golf cart into the water course?!" He exclaimed.

"Nope I'm pretty sure that never happened" I smiled and Staurt and Russel snickered.

"And what about the time you hit my head with a golfball?!" Paula screeched.

"I couldn't see I thought I saw Flamingos everywhere" I replied coolly.

This time Murdoc chuckled but had abruptly stopped and cleared his throat.

"And what about the time that you had me crash in a bumper kart course!" She huffed. Her face now a Ladybug red.

"Well it is called bumper karts for a reason no?" I giggled.

This comment only caused her to sigh. I smiled in victory.

"So no one really wants to go with me?" I sighed. My shoulders slumped and a sad frown forming on my face.

--

"Yay! Thanks 'D for coming with me!" I smiled at the lanky purpleette. He only gave me a sweet smile with the front teeth missing.

"Its really no problem y/n" he chuckled giving a sheepish smile.

I smiled at him a small blush forming on my face as well as his as we stared at eachother for a few minutes.

Suddenly we heard someone clear their throats which snapped us out of our hazy trance.

"I'm definitely not leaving you alone with my boyfriend that's for sure so I'm going to watch you" Paula hissed as she stepped out of the vehicle.

I blinked and shrugged.

"The more the merrier!" I chirped slapping on my happiness back on.

Hearing a sigh and a large shadow looming over the three of us. There was russel.

"I'm gonna come with just incase you all dont get injured " He mumbled.

-

Soon the four of us wandered the mini-golf park.

Murdoc left the four of us, as he had to attend to "important issues" like usual.

"All this wandering around has me hungry.. HOLY CRAP THEY SELL CHURROS!!" I shouted out of hunger and ran towards the food stand plaza.

I had bought two churros. One for Russel, and One for me.

Smiling as I finished mine. I watched the purple headed man and his girlfriend share theirs. I tapped Russell on the shoulder.

He turned to look at me and I pointed to the two lovebirds as I gagged.

This caused him to laugh. I smiled and a sudden thought came to my mind.

I got up and slipped towards their table and snatched the churro out of their hands.

"Aww saved a piece for me! Sweet! Thanks Stu!" I chirped and pecked his cheek before skipping off.

I ripped the piece that Paula ate from throwing it in the trash and eating the rest.

-

After playing golf for awhile. I had needed a break from the small clubs and courses.

I had spotted a photobooth!

"Hey look a photobooth! Let's go take a picture stu!~" Paula sweetly called out to the purple haired man.

To which he only nodded and followed his lady towards the booth.

I scrunched up my nose and gave a wicked grin. I looked at Russel to which he only sighed.

"Please.. Please Please Please?" I begged with puppy eyes.

He looked at me then the two and nodded.

Operation: Split the Cheater and My Crush bestfriend up so I can save him is a go!

Or for short!

Operation: Grape is a Go!

-

I pressed a finger to my lips and counted down to three.

One.

My hands reached for the curtains

Two

My hands gripped them

THREE!

I opened the curtains and pulled Paula out only to sit in her place while Russel blocked the curtain.

"Hey 'D let's take some good pictures Yeah?" I blushed.

His face seemed to get over the slight shock and nodded.

FLASH! 1

We made silly faces at the camera

FLASH 2

I hung my arm loosely around his neck while making a rock-and-roll sign with my hand .

FLASH 3

We sat facing eachother with a blush

FLASH 4

♡

After the bright light I took the pictures and stuffed them into my pocket.

"I'm keeping these! For safe keeping! See ya soon Stu!" I chirped before getting out and running off to find Russell.

-

"Russel! I'm teeling you it was great! Besides I kinda wish I could tell him how I really feel.." I blushed playing with my fingers.

I looked up at the large male for advice.

He gave me a small smile and patted my head. "Why dont you go tell him now he's all alone right now" he motioned to Stuart.

He was standing alone and playing on his mobile device.

I smiled and nodded.

"Thanks Russ!" I smiled at him and ran towards the tall male who was occupied on his phone.

Finally an opportunity to tell him without Paula around! Besides she doesn't deserve him..

I stopped running only to tackle him into a hug. To which he had jumped in suprise and dropped his phone.

"Hey 'D !" I chirped looking in his eyes.

"Oh hey Y/n.. you scared me a bit there!" He laughed and reached for his phone.

Instinctively we both thanked our heads together from trying to grab his phone.

BONK

I rubbed my head and giggled only to hand him his phone.

"Sorry 'bout that! Anyways why are you here all alone? Well not really.. I know you came with Paula, but why isn't she here?" I questioned the purple haired man.

To which he only shrugged.

"She said she'd go to the bathroom so I'm waiting for her" He replied quickly.

"Well Stuart Can I tell you a secret?" I blushed fiddling with my fingers.

"Well yea except if Murdoc wants to know then it might come out" he laughed nervously.

I nodded and smiled.

"Okay so what is it?"

"I like you no like you is an understatement I really really REALLY Love you.. even if your with Paula.. and even if she makes you happy yours comes first! Just know that I dont love your girlfriend Paula becauseshemightbecheatingonyouwiththatdamnedgreenpicklemurdoc! Even if you dont feel the same keys just make sure nothing stays weird between us yeah?" I breathed out.

I closed my eyes expecting being rejected.

Instead I had found myself experiencing those same butterflies, I had gotten in the last photo of the Photobooth.

He pulled away for just a second only to be pulled back into another kiss.

"STUART?! Y/N!? I KNEW IT I KNEW IT IM GONNA AHHH!!" We jumped away hearing Paula's shouting and stepped aside.

Only for her to roll onto the fake grassy hill towards a port-a-potty that Russell had just used.

She was flung into the small space and swmd it forward with the door closing.

"I guess that solves it! You Stuart Pot otherwise known as 2-D Are now my boyfriend!" I grinned.

To which he hummed.

"Your boyfriend? I like the sound of that" he hummed happily and pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

I smiled at the feeling.

Finally he wont get heartbroken over That cheater..

[meggadoodle]

Whoa its been a while. I missed drawing my boy. Before I get any grief this is 2D and PAULA..

[broken-gorillaz-fanfiction]

CHAPTER 1: ABSQUATULATED

Absquatulate: to leave abruptly.

TW/CW: Blood, injury(ies), broken glass, abuse, bars, strip clubs, adult content (somewhat SFW, no nudity), cursing, mental illness.

~~~~~~~~*beginning of phase 1*~~~~~~~~

"Ellie, wait!"

"What for? You obviously want time with.. her. It's ok."

"No, you're upset. Please, just tell me what's wrong?"

...

"I'm sorry. I'm going now,"

Those words echoed in Stuart's mind endlessly in his slumber. He remembers his friend's sobbing, tear-stained face and her quivering voice. Her rosy cheeks, her puffy, bloodshot eyes. The pain her entire presence emitted. Running after her and only found that it be but acatalepsy, but he kept on just to maybe reach her...! He slips. Darkness. Cold.

Their last encounter.

Years have passed, and he still remembers her. Misses her. He misses her sarcastic humour that always seemed to always get on people's nerves. He misses her tough façade that masked her soft, caring, motherly nature. He misses when she would tangle her fingers in his hair when she was bored. He misses the way she would tug on her clothes or play with her hair when she was nervous. The way she would chew on her writing utensils as her eyes darted every which way across the room as she concentrated on work. Her doodles in the margins of her notes. The way her hair fell over her eyes almost every time she got flustered. Or, more when her hair would fall over her eyes no matter what she did to prevent it. Her quiet giggles. He misses.. her.

"Oi! Get off of your ass, face-ache!" a voice booms from next to him, as a shoe hits 2-D in the back of his head, waking him suddenly from his rest. 2-D makes a bit of a squeaking noise as his head shoots up from his pillow. Immediately though, he recoils from the pain of the impact with the shoe to his head. 2-D groans in pain as a hand snatches the shoe back.

"What did I just say? Get. Off. Of. Your. Lazy. ASS!!" 2-D cringes with every word that Satanist pickle says, his right eye squinting ever so slightly each time he flinches. His room door slams as Murdoc leaves, stomping angrily with every step he takes.

2-D finally regains his composure, and shakes his head, rubbing it to sooth the pain. It's only been a week since Paula moved into Kong Studios via 2-D's request. He worried that it wouldn't work as planned with her moving in, but she managed to snag the guitarist position in the band. She seems to be getting along with everyone well, which always seemed to soothe 2-D's worries.

Murdoc wants both 2-D and Russel to "get to work", complaining about there being "something missing" or "something not sounding right". He does seem to be going easy on Paula for some odd reason. 2-D just can't seem to put his finger on it. Even with their first few songs only just being "in the works", he's still not satisfied.

Swinging his legs off of his bed and onto the ground, 2-D stands up and makes his way over to his cluttered desk at the other side of his room, rubbing his blacked-out eyes and stretching his face ever so slightly as if to wake up easier. He stumbles a bit, both over some miscellaneous items and because he just woke up.

2-D pulls out his stool, sitting down, and laying his head on his hands precariously. His head aches, his brain feeling as if it's pulsating like a beating heart. He groans a bit, letting his head slide from his hands onto the desk. Leaving his head to lay on the cold tabletop, his mind wanders back to his past. He chuckles a bit, remembering the highs and the lows and all that in-between. If only he could fix that one mistake.

2-D's arms swing gently by his sides, hitting the stool's seat every so often. He turns his head, his face in a pained grimace, and rests his cheek on the desk. Looking over the cluttered area of his desk, his eyes stop at a picture frame.

The glass is cracked a bit, chips of glass missing and scratches on the surface. The frame is a light, rosy brown, and the paint is beginning to wear off. The picture in the frame is of him and his friends. Oscar, Jack, David, Archie... And Elowyn. They're all smiling, and soaking wet, to add. They had gone to the skate park to smoke a few, before being assaulted by lawn sprinklers on their way back.

2-D slowly picks his head up from the desk, reaching over and picking up the frame. He holds it a bit closer to his face, examining the picture as if it'll disappear anytime soon.He smiles, somberly. If only the good ol' times could live forever.

Suddenly, Murdoc begins yelling, probably arguing or complaining about something again. 2-D, startled, drops the picture frame on the ground. It shatters, and the wood breaks, splinters of glass and wood visibly becoming one.

He gasps. The picture lies in the broken mess, a bit of a tear in it now.

Carefully, 2-D reaches down to pick up the photo. A shard of glass cuts the palm of his hand, causing him to hiss in pain.

He gingerly brushes the litter away and picks up the photo. A bit of his blood soaks into the paper. He makes a shocked noise, a squeak, shaking the paper as if that'll get rid of his blood.

Half of Elowyn's face is spattered and smeared with blood now. His blood.

He groans, clenching his teeth a bit. He tries to wipe it away and ends up making more little streaks of his blood on the photo. His hands shake, as he slowly walks back over to his bed and sits down, his head in his hands. He bites his lip, tears welling up in his eyes.

What are you doing?! He asks himself, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. Why are you crying?!

Tears drip down from his face and onto the ground. Stop it! Blood from his fresh wound begins to drip with his tear. Stop it, stop it! His blood mixes with his tears until you can't tell which liquid is which.

"Please, just stop crying..." he whispers to himself, his voice breaking.

The photo slips out of his fingers and is blown by a draft in the room. 2-D lifts his head up from his hands and tries to catch the fly-away photo, faltering a bit. He finally gets ahold of it but at the cost of falling off of his bed. He lands on the cluttered floor with a loud thud, and he groans in pain as he sits himself up onto his bum. He feels around for where the draft could be, ultimately failing and grumbling in annoyance. He takes a look at the photo, but it's turned over on its backside now.

There seems to be a bit of writing, too. There's a list of his old friends' names and all of their phone numbers. A glimmer of hope sparks in his ebony eyes, an idea popping into his head, as he scrambles to his feet and rushes to find his phone.

First, back over to his bed, tearing the covers and pillows up, creating an absolute mess of his bed. Then over to his desk, cluttering it even more.

2-D hears a buzz from behind him, turning around swiftly. Of course, it's on my nightstand, 2-D thinks to himself, his mouth curled into an annoyed frown as he stumbles back over to his bed.

Throwing himself onto his mattress, he grabs his phone and goes straight to the call input. He looks at his hand, but only sees his cut and no photo. He makes a bit of a yelp, frantically looking around him. He places his hand down next to him, and feels a papery material on his fingertips, crinkling slightly. His attention darts to the photo, picking it up quickly.

"Ha!" he exclaims, triumphantly.

2-D immediately looks for Elowyn's number and types it in number for number. Or at least he hopes, since the writing for Elowyn's number is more faded than the others because of his blood.

He presses the call button and holds his phone up to his ear. It's highly unlikely that she'll answer, but it's worth a try. He needs to apologize. He needs to patch things up with her. Then they could be friends again, and it'll be all better.His phone rings on and on, not ceasing.

Ring..... ring....... ring....................... beep!

2-D gasps a bit, his breath faltering. He gulps.

"H-hello?" he asks.

"Hello? Who is this?" a woman's voice answers back. 2-D is taken aback a bit. That sounds nothing like Elowyn. Though, she could've changed over the time they were apart... which wasn't too long. At least he hopes it hasn't been too long.

"Who is this? Is this a crank call?!" the woman inquires, sounding very angry. Crank call? 2-D thinks to himself, a confused look on his face. She'd never assume that, right?

"No, sorry. Is this Elowyn? Elowyn Otis?" he asks, his hands shaking. He gulps, again. If it is, she'll be even more upset about this call.

"Uhh, no. Sorry, mate." the woman answers, less angry than earlier.

2-D's stomach drops. His eyes widen, tearing up a bit once more. He bites his lip to stop it from quivering, and to keep his tears from falling. He regains his composure and sniffles. "Oh.. yeah. Sorry. Bye."

He hangs up, and lays down on his bed, covering his eyes with his arm. He takes deep breaths, slowly, his chest rising and falling calmly.

"Is this Elowyn? Elowyn Otis?" a man asks from the other line of the call. Darcy squints a bit, glancing at her co-worker.

"It was worth a try," 2-D utters, his voice cracking a bit. Staring at the list, he decides to try again. He dials Archie's number, knowing how close he and Elowyn were. Second to 2-D, of course. He holds his phone next to his ear, and hopes for the best...

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"Uhh, no. Sorry, mate." she drags out her words, staring at her cohort quizzically, who's wiping down the bar top. She gives Darcy a quizzical look back, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh.. yeah. Sorry. Bye." the man chokes, sounding quite defeated.

"No, no wait!" Darcy exclaims, but a bit too late, as the man hangs up. Putting her phone away, she groans, throwing her head back in a dramatic manner.

"Who was that?" her coworker asks, cleaning up a whiskey spill from the bar counter. Darcy sighs.

"Wrong number, I guess." She looks into her coworker's eyes, a serious yet calm look on her face. "But it sounds like maybe they might've been looking for you, Elle."

Elowyn chuckles. "Oh, sure. Of course, some random person who called the wrong number was looking for me," she remarks sarcastically, waving her hands around in an exclamative manner. She laughs and goes back to cleaning. "As if, Darcy." Darcy purses her lips together and furrows her brows in frustration.

"Well they were looking for someone named Elowyn, so I just figured..." Darcy picks up an empty wine bottle used as decoration, snatching the rag Elowyn was using on the counter to wipe off a smudge. Elowyn stares at the wet, stained wood counter with discount LED lights stuck to the underside of each side of the bar tabletop, flashing from one colour to the next. Blue... red... purple... green...

"They could've been looking for someone else named Elowyn," she says, going behind the alcohol rack to get a dry rag. She shuffles back to the bar, her Sanrio socks sliding against the rustic tile floor, and begins wiping it down again.

Darcy chuckles. "An Elowyn Otis?"

Elowyn stops drying the countertop abruptly, thoughts flooding into her head as her eyes widen. Is this someone I know? It has to be, right? What if it's one of Mike's friends?! Oh, god I hope not. Or... Maybe.....? No, it can't be him! Right..? Elowyn clears her throat, shakes her head slightly, and keeps drying the counter.

"Must be some other Elowyn Otis," she says, nonchalantly, though her heart is racing from fear of the truth.

"Really, Elle?" Darcy exclaims, putting her hands on her hips in a sassy way. "A different Elowyn Otis?"

Elowyn nods, finishing up the cleaning job. She goes around the counter and begins to brush the seats off. "Elle, this is serious! Someone is looking for you and you're blowing it off just like that?"

"...Yes. Yes I am, Darcy."

AND that's a wrap for chapter 1! Hope you like it cuz there is much, MUCH more to come!Word count: 2029

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Publicity Pt.6

A/N: HEYYYY how we feeling lol? So y/n and 2D finally FAWK. But uhhhhh��.someone makes a reappearance and now everything is starting to go according to Murdoc’s plan. Not exactly a good thing-

Warning: Swearing, when the ex won’t leave you alone, Murdoc is a menace and must be destroyed, y/n is trying to remain calm, Paula can lowk kick rocks (I fw her but made her a total cunt in this series lol)

PS: pls excuse the spelling errors!

P.P.S: This chapter is short BUT bear with me I'm trying to make chapter 7 messy and smutty so uhhhh expect that one to be longer!

Link to:

Publicity Pt.4

Publicity Pt.5

PT.7 UP NOW!!!!(warning: contains smut)

Enjoy!~

You shuffle beneath thin sheets, the weight of what you could only assume are arms rests against your hip. Yawning, you turn a bit, elbow hitting something and you pause. 2D let out a low groan, his own body trying to untangle from yours.

Your pajama bottoms are nowhere to be found, and you know for a fact that you can feel him poking you.

“D….D what time is it?” You speak, voice still groggy. You turn to the blue-ette, his face buried beneath the pillow.

“Stu?” You whisper-shout, shifting to straddle him.

“Timeeee?” You groan, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“Time to go back to bed.” He groans back, pulling you off him, only to wrap his lanky arms around your waist again.

He’s warm, your back pressed snugly to his chest. Fuck this feels so surreal. Memories of last night pull to the forefront of your mind and you can’t help the way your body heats at the thought. Your eyes feel heavy again but you know you should probably wake up and go over the recording.

You two were in the studio for a damn long time yesterday so the album was somewhat finished! Just a few more artists coming by to collaborate and that’d be it?

What if you weren't ready to leave him? It didn’t matter, what mattered was that you were with him now.

Something you didn’t think possible really.

You smile softly, turning your body to face him, now chest to chest. Your hands reach up to hold his face and his pitch-black eyes vaguely crack open.

“Good morning.” You hum, seeing that pretty little gap tooth smile sprawl over his face.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer again.

“G’ mornin’ love.” He hums, loosening his grip so you can sit up if you want now. He even turned to catch a glimpse of the alarm clock.

“It’s nearly, only 10:45.” 2D hums your eyes widening

“Stu 10:45 is not early what're talking about?” You chuckle, sitting up to try and find your pajama pants.

“Wha? Yea it is?” He argues, another laugh pulling from your lips.

You kiss his forehead, his hand immediately coming to cup your face and plant a loving one on your lips. You can't help but melt into him, your hands trailing up his chest as you move back to straddle him. The room fills with heavy pants and the sound of wet, sloppy kisses.

Is this what being with him would entail? Late mornings filled with love and affection as he tries to will you back to the sheet. He sits up beneath you, massaging the small of your back now as you soak up one another.

"Wha's the rush?" He asks breathlessly, rolling upward into your hips.

"We-“

The banging at the door startles you both as you hold your breath.

"U-Uh yea?" 2D speaks up, a bit irritated, his eyebrows furrowed with his gaze averted to the door.

"Hurry up an' get to the studio faceache. An' fin' y/n were recording with another guitarist today an need some vocals;" He grumbles, a bit sinister.

You both wait for the heel-booted footsteps to tap away from the door before gazing at one another.

Getting dressed was easier said than done, 2D seeming to have trouble keeping his hands off you anddd you’d be lying if you said you weren’t the same. Once you were finally decent, you trail down the hall, to the studio, exchanging a small kiss before preparing to enter.

Tension was terribly high inside, Russel looking beyond blown as well as Noodle. But of course, Murdoc’s got this stupid wicked grin on his face that only widens when you and 2D enter. He lets you in first like the gentleman he is and when he finally trails behind, Noodle's eyes widen, a pinch of hope within them.

Opting to stand beside her, 2D moves beside Russel, his face paling at the sight of person sitting in the bean bag chair next to Murdoc.

“Righ’ so, I did say we was’ workin’ with another guitaris’ didn’ I?” Murdoc grins, his hands clasped together as you eye the lady sitting with her legs crossed beside him.

She’s got pitch black hair, which kinda has this ‘wolfcut’ look going. Her lips are stained a deep red, the same as the leather skinny jeans she’s wearing. Around her waist is a studded belt that hangs low on her hips, which, mind you, are attached to a nicely snatched waist.

Her nails are sharp, deep red stilettos that she pulled off pretty damn well and sitting atop her nose are dark sunglasses.

“You remember Paula don’ you?”

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2D's heart drops. The sight of Murdoc zipping his pants while who he thought was his loyal, doting, guitarist, girlfriend struggled to button up her blouse.

He’s shocked, to say the least. Well, not really at Murdoc. That cunt had made his life hell for a while now…but Paula?

Before he can even register his anger, Russel beats him to it, his balled fist slamming square into Murdoc’s nose.

Paula is panicking now, a dazed and desperate look in her eyes.

“S-Stu, baby I can explain!” She begins, gripping his shirt with wobbly legs.

He snatches away, brows furrowed.

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Seeing her now, after all those years…it’s unsettling to say the least.

The world feels like it's moving in slow motion, his eyes watching as you move to shake Paula's hand, a friendly smile ever present on your features while Murdoc smiles something wicked.

"We haven't met, I'm y/n! Happy to be working with you." You introduce, waiting for her to take your hand..but she doesn't.

"Yeah, I know who you are. Are the vocals going good? Stupot's got a golden set of pipes, he's a big help ain' he?" She muses, smirking as if she knew about your struggle in the studio the first few times.

You quirk a brow, withdrawing your hand and placing it on your hip. Something about her using his name in some kind of insulting jest didn't sit right with you.

Not in the slightest.

"Oh he's a great help in more than one way." You hiss, gauging her reaction.

She only looks around you and over her sunglasses to gaze at the blue haired male behind you.

"I'm sure he is." She finishes.

There's a silence and suddenly, the tension from before seems warranted now.

"What's the fuckin move Murdoc, or did you call us up here for nothing?" You seethe, snapping your gaze to him.

He looks pleased as punch. Like whatever he was scheming was going all according to his plan. He moves from the corner, circling each member while he speaks, keeping his sights on you, Paula, and 2D.

You fight the urge to let an insult or slick remarks roll off your tongue, glancing over at 2D who is currently starting right through you and over at this Paula chick. Your stomach churns.

"I actually need faceache in the booth with Paula-"

You must have made a pretty nasty face because Noodle's hand immediately went to your shoulder as if to keep you from lashing out. Her own scowl was ever-present.

"Uh, I'm sorry what exactly does she need to be in there with him for? She's guitar isn't she?" Your question, head tilted with the utmost attitude.

"Righ' well I wanna isolate the vocals and guitar together. Experiment a bit eh?" He grins, the explanation still not suiting you but you'd just have to let it go for now.

"So what exactly do you need me here for?" You huff, taking a step towards him, not seeing him falter or back down.

Yeah, something was definitely up. You did finish the majority of your recording and any minute now he could ship you right back to New York and make you wait for the album to drop.

He could cut your contact to D. He could make sure you never got a smidge of credit and essentially turn your fans against you if he really wanted. Hell you'd lost half of them anyway when you disappeared for 5 years.

He...had the upper hand now.

"Moral support." Murdoc snickers, watching as the owl and Paula step into the booth.

Moral support? Was he fucking joking? You shake your head, eyes narrow as a sneer curls onto your lips. No no, he was dead-ass serious, because when he sat his ass down in that plush sidechair and stared at you while you watched a very upset looking 2D and a Paula record, you knew you'd lost.

She's too close, too eager to play nicely...too...fuck whats the word?

You shake it off, standing in the middle of the room while russel and Noodle play their parts, the sound of the drums and guitar meshing perfectly as usual. But the sound itself is...not the same as the others.

All you can do is watch and listen, hardly realizing how Murdoc had crept his way over to you, his bony fingers curling onto your shoulders with a lethal grip.

"Y'know wha' I like about Parla?" He asks, that rumble in his throat so close to your ear it makes you tense.

Your focus is locked on the two in the booth.

"She knows exaclty wha' she wants, an' she goes for it'. Funny, her and Dents used to be quite the pair." He emphasizes, still keeping his grip on you.

You can feel your heart drop, whatever he was insinuating getting under your skin so successfully he doesn't bother to stop.

Conniving.

That was the word. And for some reason, your gut was screaming that she was in on this little game Murdoc was playing.

"You and faceache ain' nothin' special. He' does tha' with every girl tha’ calls themselves fancy'in him. If I was you, I'd -"

You snatch your shoulders away, the sting behind your eyes almost overwhelming.

"Get your fucking hands off me and pay attention to your band." You seethe, wiping your eyes quickly with the back of your hand, folding your arms back over your chest.

The playing comes to an end, 2D walks out of the booth, holding the door behind him for Parla. Like the gentleman he is. You pick at your shirt sleeve, eyeing the brunette as she sets her guitar down eyeing Stu.

"You okay?" He asks, seeing your expression far from pleased.

Now, what do you do in this situation? According to Murdoc, these two were a thing before and 2D had a history of...hell that was beside the point. Do you ignore what happened last night, or this morning? It's not like you two were together?

But... what was this?

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm good. You uhh sounded really good." You smile, albeit a bit forced but at least you were trying to have less of an attitude.

He doesn't buy it, reaching for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"You sure?" he asks again, black hues searching your soul for an answer.

Nodding, you give his hand a firm squeeze. The moment however was interrupted by-

"Still sound jus' as good as you did way back." Paula speaks, her manicured hand resting on her hip.

She completely disregards you, damn near side stepping just so she could take the space you were standing in. Was this hoe serious?

Now wasnt the time. Yes, you werent oneto accept disrespect...but now wasn't the time to go strike up a fight with this girl you'd never met...especially when she had history with D.

You step away, taking a deep breath before exiting the studio. What you needed was some space and air.

The journey back to the guest room wasn't long, but the sight that awaited you was what sent your blood pressure sky rocketing.

Just outside the door was your undone luggage, items spraled out on the floor, your clothes sloppily folded and stacked on the two suitcases as if to get you out in a hurry.

Your fists clenched, and upon opening the room, sure enough, there was a leopard print bag sitting pretty on the bed you'd once slept in.

So she'd be here for a while? Splendid.

You try to breathe, that same faceless figure creeping into view. Now was not the fuckign time. Not at all.

You screw your eyes shut, taking one big gulp of air before exhalign through your nose. You're snapped out of your moment when Noodle calls out for you from around the corner.

"Hey y/n you- What the hell?" She gasps, seeing your belonging essentially tossed out.

You don't respond, only focusing on remaining calm. The last thing you wanted or needed was to lash out when you were so close to being done with this.

The album would drop, you'd shoot maybe a music video and that would be the end of it. You'd fly all the way back to New York...and forget about 2D...because maybe Murdoc was right?

It wouldn't be the first time a man lied to you and had you thinking you were his world...just to turn around and take it all back.

"Who did this?" She speaks, tone devoid of anything but anger.

"Hey its cool! Ill be out of you guys hair any day now so uh...its fine! Just got an early start on packing up is all!" You explain, trying you best to come up with something to keep tensions low.

"I uh, actually have a question." You begin, pushing your items aside, Noodle now turning her attention to you.

"If this is about Paula then I wouldn't be too worried. D is smarter than to toss what he has aside with you for some old flame that cheated on him."

"I'm sorry what?" You gasp, all too intrigued by the tea.

So Murdoc wasn't lying about that part, they were a thing...but she cheated??? With who?

"Yeah, happened before I got here but I eventually got the details from Russel when I was older. Think that's why 2D hasn't been in a relationship in ages, he doesn't really trust Murdoc. around his girls. "

Wait why Murdoc?

....

....

"She cheated on him with Murdoc?!" You yelp, eyes wide with bewildement.

Noodles eyes go wide, as if a silent sign to sush you. You cover your mouth in disbelief.

“Like I said, you’ve got nothing to worry about…especially not with how his neck looked this morning.” She chuckles.

Noodle had been kind enough to offer her space to keep your luggage momentarily, or at least until the Paula situation was handled. You scoot the last of your bags into her room, admiring the glittering disco ball handing from her ceiling.

Her room was ecclectic to say the least, trinkets of all sorts lining her bookshelves and walls in a calculated cacophony of colors. She plops down onto her bed, actively typing on her phone, giving you an occasional glance.

"Mudz says were going out to some club tonight? Something about hyping up the album before it drops?" She informs, a slight smirk on her face.

"You sitting this one out? Honestly, we get a little rowdy with a little liquor..well not me anyway but you get the idea." She warns, your eyes scanning your suitcase.

"Dont really have anything to wear honestly, but that sounds like a lot of fun. I haven't gone out like that in a while." You sigh, opting to sit crisis cross on her 8-ball rug.

"Dude just borrow some of my stuff, I'm sure were likeeee almost the same size." She laughs, pointing to her closet.

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Evening came fatser than you thought and the house was abuz with music and preparation. You had effectively avoided 2D, spending more of your time in Noodles room, fixing one another hair and makeup. She kindly lended you this cheeky little bodycon dress of sorts to go with the shoes you had.

According to her, she never really wore it but thought it be a great fit for you. She's sporting a pair of shorts and a halter top that complement one another, On her face is a large pair of sunglasses and beneath those was a graphic liner she skillfully applied.

She had also insisted you 'pregame' setting out 3 shots each for you to down.

The time had moved so damn fast that by time the shots hit you, everyone was already squeezing into the beat up black car. Russel sits driver seat, the car rumbling to life and Murdoc shuts the passenger side door.

Now was the dilemma of the backseat. There three seats, and four people. Someone would have to lap up.

The sane solution would be to either have you sit atop Stu, Noodle in the middle, and Paula…Paula can be hogtied to the fuckin roof for all you cared.

You swing the door open, stomach twisting up and face screwing in disgust and anger at the sight before you. Paula as decided she’s park her perfectly round ass on Stu, who was looking albiet a bit awkward, not exactly sure where to keep his hands.

His fingers pick at the peeling leather seat. Noodle gives you a worried glance, shaking her head at 2D who was very obviously trying to avoid your gaze.

You take a breath, really not wanting to be tipsy and angry, just silently sitting behind Murdoc’s seat. Speaking of which, he was eyeing the situation, a grin now replacing the scowl.

“Right then, how’s bout’ we-“

You tug his seatbelt, the action making him squawk and sputter out a breath.

“How about we turn on the radio?” You suggest, keeping a grip on the seatbelt in case Murdoc needed to be checked again.

This was proving already to be a very long car ride..and the club was only 20 minutes away.

A/N: AYEEEE SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPLOAD YOU GUYS! I hope you’re ready for pt.7 because I love a messy cat fight. This shit is ab to look like baddies south and badgirls club had a baby lmao. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed:D

[almost-sweet-music]

I thought this would be a popular ask in the community, but I'm surprised I haven't seen it; so I'll ask it. Can I see a scenario where s/o meets Paula Cracker (2-D's ex-girlfriend) while they're out with 2-D, you can do what you want with the story, I just want to see how this plays out.

you were walking down the promenade with Stu, enjoying your day off when you decided to stop by an ice cream truck and get some ice cream

just as you were about to pay and walk away with your treats you heard a female voice call out 2D’s name.

You looked around and saw a girl with black hair and blood red lipstick jog over to the two of you.

You glanced over to Stuart who had a rather displeased look on his face and then back at the girl who you assumed he was familiar with

“Stu do you know this girl?” You asked

“I…I do…She’s an ex…” He gripped your hand harder, wondering whether you should just ignore the mysterious girl and walk away or not but before he could make up his mind she was already standing in front of the two of you

“Well well well, hello Dee!” She beamed happily “How long has it been?”

“Uh… H-hi Paula…” He replied, stuttering a bit “It’s been…a while.”

“Oh, it surely has! I missed you, you know?” Stu smiled faintly but you could feel him grip your hand extra hard. ‘Paula’ grinned and looked at you and then at your hands intertwined together

“And who’s this?” She smiled kindly and you couldn’t help but smile back. She was…a little extra but still pretty okay

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself

“Oooh, Dee is this your new girlfriend?” He nodded, visibly uncomfortable by her presence.

“Yes.” He replied.

“Well, you’re a lucky guy!” You smiled and hung your head down, blushing.

Paula smiled back at you but soon after her smile faltered away.

“Listen uhh…. Stu. I know that we split up on not that good terms but… You know, we’re both adults now and I think that we should patch thing up.” She said.

Stu raised one eyebrow and looked at you, then back at her. There was a moment of silence before he decided to speak up again.

“Listen, Paula, I uh…I’m happy with Y/N and if you mean what I think you me-” Stu was suddenly cut off by a child’s voice yelling ‘mom!’

Paula turned around and waved.

There were a young girl and a man standing a few feet away.

“Come here!” Paula said and a moment later you were all joined by the two new people. She put her hands on the little girl’s shoulders in front of her.

“Stu, this is Poppy and this handsome fella,” She gestured to the man standing behind her “Is my husband Noah.”

Stu was dumbfounded while you just stared at him, trying to suppress laughter.

“Y-You’re a mom?” She giggled.

“Unbelievable right? Yes, I am for eight years now.”

“You really didn’t see each other for a long time did you?” You said.

Stuart nodded. “Yeah, I…I imagine.”

Paula laughed. “So, back to my question or I suppose statement from before. I know our break up was a little ugly but now after all these years, now that we have families… Do you think you can forgive me?”

 She had hope in her eyes. So much so it made you squeeze Stuart’s hand and nod.

“I um…” Stu looked at her, and then at you and finally at Paula’s child and her husband and after a long sigh he smiled, for real this time. “Yes, Paula. I think we can put this behind.”

She squealed happily and rushed over to hug him.

Stu gasped surprised and let go of your hand.

for a couple seconds he wasn’t sure what to do but then he hugged her back

you spend another couple minutes talking with Paula and her family and later, after saying your goodbyes and exchanging numbers you split up and walked away in different directions.

“So...” You started as you began to walk away. “That was pretty nice wasn’t it?” 2D looked at you and chuckled.

“Yeh...It was. I didn’t expect it to be but... You know, I’m just glad she sorted things up in her life and I did in mine.” He pulled you closer and side hugged you

You giggled and returned it, walking along the promenade.

thx for the request!

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

Heyhey, do you do polyamorous relationships? If you do could you do hcs/scenarios with 2D x male reader x Murdoc? If not then maybe both of them separate w male reader. Please and thank you🤓

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2D x Male S/O x Murdoc and 2D x Male S/O, Murdoc x Male S/O

WRITERS NOTE: Heyhey 🍜Anon hope your having a good day, I'm not the most knowledgeable on polyamory but I will try my best, so to make up for it I also addes a few separate hc as well. Also I'm not good a gender specific hc, but again I did my best

Also disclaimer this is mot a 2doc ship, I do not ship them whatsoever, and they should not be shiped- its too toxic, these hc's are more like Mudz and 2D both have the hots for the reader, sorry if this is not what you wanted

Edited: uh... no

All art in this post is mine, including the GIF

TW: Curssing, internalized homophobia, homophobia, Murdoc's dad, paula cracker, uhhhh idk if thats it but if not tell me plz

(Update: Murdocs shity behavior is not ok, its's abuse, I am nto tryingto indorse it!)

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

2D x Male S/O x Murdoc

Ok first of all this relationship should be only pursued in later phases like phase 6 or later because Murdoc and 2D became on some what of better term after Murdoc got out of jail even if 2D was kinda salty because if it was before that it would be purely toxic because Murdoc treats 2D like shit in earlier phases and we all know it

It probably started out with 2D getting a boyfriend during phase 5 and getting really close with his S/O

Fun little headcanon Ace introduced 2D and 2D new S/O to each other

When murdoc got released, 2D would be a bit iffy about letting Murdoc be around his boyfriend but he thought Murdoc wouldn't make a move on his boyfriend, he trusted Murdoc not to have have another Paula Cracker bitch of the year incident

Low and behold Murdoc flirted with 2D's S/O, but in his 'defense' 2D only brought up that he had a significant other once and thats it he never brought it up agian

But to Murdoc's surprise he gets a a firm rejection

But due to him being hard headed, he keeps flirting with S/O and ends up actually spending time with S/O because S/O often had sleep overs with 2D 2D loves sleep overs

And well- Murdoc actually develops actual romantic feelings for 2D BOYFRIEND, shit was about to go down

So Murdoc became extra competitive for S/O's who is 2D'S FUCKING BOYFRIEND may I remind you attention

How were they gonna fix this problem?

Oh wait S/O also developed feelings for Murdoc- but also still has feeling for 2D and doesn't want to break up with him

And one day the three of them sit down and try and work this out. An hour passes and they have figured jack shit out yet- till Noodle pops in and suggests a polyamorous relationship between the three of you

And at first the two of them aren't exactly thrilled with the idea, 2D doesn't like the idea of sharing with Murdoc- while Murdoc doesn't want to share in general

Though the three of you do start a poly relationship despite previous qualms with the idea, but in the end it works out pretty well

You guys are 100% gonna be asked about your relationship, and depending on the questions asked- 2D can either be bashful or frustrated and Murdoc can be either cocky or pissy/obnoxious

S/O usually has to pick the date, because these two can hardly ever agree on a date idea

Due to the fact S/O os also a man, makes relating to each other much easier

2D tends to barrow steel clothes- I mean your clothes could looks like a damn crop top or a dress(it depends on hight and size) and he will still wear it

Murdoc got pretty upset at first when 2D started steeling clothes including his, but when Murdoc see's his S/O in his clothes he suddenly more ok with the idea of sharing his clothes, as long as they are washed when returned if not...

Frankly it is not very often that you three share a bed- as i talked anout in my nap/sleep hc, 2D can and will move in his sleep- which irritates the FUCK outa Murdoc and he will push 2D outa bed- leading to some problems as it wakes up S/O(but not 2D despite him being the one being pushed off the bed) and S/O sees that Murdoc pushed 2D off the bed- leading to a slite fight

And now S/o take turns sleeping in the beds of Mrudoc and 2D

Also Murdoc has a thing with you liking he better- like he asks S/O every other day

"Ya know, dis wasn't half bad of'a idea"

"Hey luv... you like me better right?"

2D x Male S/O

2D's parents knew he was fruity before 2D knew himself

When he was in middle school he talked about a guy in his class like he had attraction to the guy- but if you asked him if he liked men he would be 'no I don't like men, I just think their hot just like girls are hot'

So he's an absolute dumb ass when it come the fact he likes men

I see him being a bit more bashful or shy when it comes to dating guys as he has less experience in that area it's adorable plz give this boi hugs

Did I mention he'll steal all your clothes

At first in the relationship he called you bro because he didn't wanna look weak, but once he realized his S/O isn't gonna think he's weak, he uses all the pet names- like if it weren't for the fact you two are dating people would think he didn't remember your name with the amount of pet names he uses

He does not stand homophobia, if someone says some homophobic shit he will stare at them like they're the most crazy person in the world, like they just admitted they like to eat cat shit

I mean its amazing how much judgment he can have in his eyes- when he doesn't have eyes

Then he striaght up calls the person stupid... like "why ain't you a stupid sod, com'on babe we have tea to get"

"I'm not' to sure that I'm that gay?"

"STOART FUCKING POT WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR 8 YEARS!"

Murdoc x Male S/O

Murdoc didn't realize he was bi till he was an adult/teen cuz I totally see his dad being a homophobic prick

So he's a bit flustered awkward at first as this man is trying to fight his internalized homophobia- turns out talking about yanking it with a dude or just yanking with a dude in general is harder then dating one- because FEELINGS LOVE??!?!? GASP! this applies to almost all serious relationships because he ain't good with his feelings

Side rant over sorry

My god satan sorry, I feel bad for the poor person who decides to make a homophobic remark cuz he will light the up like he did Kong Studios-

Like he says some reaaaall shit to that person, many many threats are said and most of them Murdoc would not be able to keep but thats not what he's thinking of- he's thinking of what this shit head just said

Guys are able to fluster him way easier then girls- this only applies if he is some what sober

Let him pick the date location it makes him feel better about himself

He likes being little spoon but you didn't hear that from me someone just hold this poor sad man

"Hey babe... can we.. cuddle?"

[beeloovedd]

Taking writing requests again!

Will write for

Ghost (band): Rain, Sodo/Dewdrop, Swiss, Mountain, Aether, Phantom, Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine, Aroura, Omega, Ifrit, Mist, Alpha, Zypher/ChAir Primo, Secondo, Terzo and Copia

Gorillaz: 2D, Murdoc, Russel, Noodle, Ace, Sebastian, Paula and Hannibal

I'll write about any ship unless it's Sodo x sunshine because I see them as siblings or Noodle x anyone other then reader or oc

I'm good with writing fluff mainly but I can also do headcannons/ headcannons expanding, age Regression, angst

Almost everything will end with fluff though! (I'm a sucker for fluff lol)

Requests and DMs always open <3

[last-living-imagines]

I was wondering if you could make a scenario where 2-D's s/o meets Paula Cracker (2-D's ex-girlfriend) while they're out? You can write the story how you want it to be, I just want to see how this unfolds.

Honestly I fucking hate Paula with a burning passion much like the one that burns through Murdoc’s loins. 

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She had somehow managed to drag 2D out of the house for the night, wanting to go out dancing at their favorite club. 2D was glad he agreed to go out– his girl looked absolutely stunning in this little red number that really showed off her every curve. When they walked up to the bouncer at the front door, they were greeted with a smile and a “Welcome back.” The pair quickly ran inside, chuckling at the groaning and complaints from the line just outside the door.

“’m gonna grab us some drinks, babe!” Stu yelled over the music to his girlfriend. She nodded and started to make her way to the dancefloor, weaving her way through the crowd. As he turned away, he thought he had seen a familiar looking shadow follow her, but the thought floated away with a shake of his head. The bartender smiled as Stu approached, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Good to see you again, man! You here with (S/O/N)?” The burly man placed two clean glasses on the bar in front of him, ready to make the pair’s usual drinks. After the two talked for a few minutes, catching up on what the other had been up to since the couple had last been to the club, the bartender handed Stu the drinks and sent him off with a light whack of his dish rag. 

With his tall stature, Stu was able to find his girlfriend easily, dancing with one other girl in the crowd, the two of them singing along to the song currently playing. He managed to get to her rather quickly, wrapping his arm around her so she could grab her drink. “’ere you are, darlin’.” He cheekily kissed her neck, noting how she shivered as she sipped her drink. 2D started to dance with her, keeping his hand on her at all times– the guys around needed to know she was his. When he looked up again, the girl (S/O/N) had been dancing with had disappeared and was replaced with the familiar shadow he had seen earlier. 

He almost dropped his glass in shock. “Paula?” What the hell was she doing here? 

“Hello Stu,” Paula sneered, locking eyes with his girlfriend. “So you must be his new play-thing.” She held her hand out daintily, as if expecting it to be kissed. “I’m Paula Cracker, the best piece of ass this kid ever had.” 

Stu started to panic, knowing his girlfriend could have a very short temper. He began biting his nails, looking between his ex and the love of his life. Oh this isn’t gonna end well.

“(S/O/N). Pleasure.” 2D’s girlfriend downed the rest of her drink while staring at Paula’s still outstretched hand. “Oh perfect,” She placed her empty glass in the woman’s hand, smiling at her before turning slightly toward Stuart. “Didn’t know they hired a waitress!” She chuckled as Paula threw the glass to the ground, everyone around her stopping at the sound of the crash. 

“How dare you! You fucking whore!” The woman growled, raising her hand as if to slap (S/O/N). 2D started to panic even more, handing his unfinished drink to someone before grabbing his girlfriend’s arm.

“Only for my man.” 2D was stunned by his s/o’s words and how calm she was, backing into him so that Paula’s slap missed, causing her to teeter forward and fall flat on her face. Security was quick to grab her before she could do anything else, dragging her out as she yelled obscenities at her ex and his girlfriend. (S/O/N) turned fully toward Stu, taking in his shocked expression. “What?”

“H-How are you so calm?” He continued biting his nails, his other hand shaking a bit where it rested on her arm. “I thought you woulda fought ‘er with how rude she was bein’.” 

His girlfriend simply shrugged and placed her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. “I would be just as bad as her if I let her get to me. I know I’m more to you than just some fling– considering we’ve been together for a year.” She grinned and planted a kiss on his lips, Stu completely melting into her arms.

“God, I love you.”