#gorillaz imagines

[user231978]

They are the same.....

#f/o comfort #f/o positivity #proship dni #romantic f/o #self ship blog #self shipping #selfship positivity #2 d gorillaz #2d gorillaz #gorillaz #gorillaz imagines

[reikarimaaa]

I’m bored and it’s 00:09 at my place rn so here’s some personal Gorillaz headcanons of mine. (and no there’s no specific order so enjoy ig)

// tw: nsfw, long long hcs, I’ll try to shorten these i swear that was a lie , ooc a bunch , oh and RussDoc //

// General Band hcs //

When Noodle was about 10, she’d always sneak into Russel’s (or 2-D’s) room to cuddle up with him whenever it was raining at night or if she had a nightmare.

2-D has the worst eyesight out of the four, even worse than Russel’s for some reason.

Noodle’s hair during Phase 1 (that weird buzzcut) is because of Murdoc’s antics; Russel told him to cut her hair as it was getting too long, and… it came out funky.

Noodle’s iconic helmet is gifted from Murdoc after he failed to cut the girl’s hair correctly. A walkman was also gifted with the helmet.

During the recording of TNN, 2-D just kept writing songs that always tied back to Murdoc; he tried to change said lyrics, but it just wouldn’t work, so he went with it (not that he minds much, anyways).

Noodle and Ace were childhood friends. First becoming friends after about a few months of living in Kong Studios up until the El Mañana incident, which caused them to cut contact for a long while until Phase 5, where they reconciled.

Russel and Murdoc had known each other for a long time before Gorillaz had even been formed, and they’ve been dating on and off during those moments before Gorillaz. Now with the formation of the band, they’re closer than ever.

Russel has given Murdoc a taxidermy of a crow in remembrance of Cortez, though it’s never been the same for the bassist.

2-D had played dress-up all the time during Phase 1 with Noodle; playing princess, having tea parties, even sleepovers!

When Noodle had her first period, Murdoc was confused as hell (and was briefly disgusted), 2-D was more curious as to why and how, and Russel just became the dad, buying her chocolate, bringing hot water bottles to relieve any pain, and he even buys her tampons and pads if she ran out (true dad indeed). Applies to every phase basically.

Del likes to play with Noodle whenever Russel lets him. It’s quite the sight, a little Noodle being taught how to gamble by one of the funkyphantoms living inside Russel’s body.

// Band members x S/O //

When you asked 2-D for help with doing the laundry, he accidentally poured in crack instead of detergent in the washing machine. Your clothes that were unlucky enough to be washed in that washing machine 2-D used reeked of drugs for a long while, and 2-D apologized profusely and even bought you new ones to replace the old ones.

2-D definitely likes it best when you walk together in a park holding/ linking hands; he feels that there’s a bond forming (and he won’t bump everywhere as he can’t see well at all).

2-D asked you out to the local chippy during your first date with him, and he tried his best to impress you, all calm and prepared and all. It’s just that special 2-D charm that always gets you.

Murdoc, who successfully coaxed you into entering his Winnebago with him, realized that it was all messy and definitely made your skin crawl. He tries to quickly clean it up, but it fails. At least he gave you a big, fat barrage of apologies and hugs for the mess.

Murdoc definitely does not do/ enjoy PDA very much, but whenever there’s S/O’s ex/ enemy nearby, he’d get all close and cuddly to you all of a sudden. You like it when he’s like this.

Murdoc would definitely take you to a fancy-enough pub for your first date with him; he even took a shower and he wasn’t too rude to everyone involved, and it was all just to impress you! If that isn’t dedicated, you didn’t know what was.

Russel… he accidentally spilled some animal blood on you when he was doing one his taxidermy projects. You said it was only a small splatter, but he offered to clean it squeaky clean, even if it isn’t very noticeable at best.

Russel likes long, cold walks during winter with you. He always says that the snowflakes falling are like you dancing and falling from above.

Russel during the first date would take you out for a picnic in the park, or perhaps a midnight stargazing experience with him. He’s more of a person who’s enjoy doing these little things with you, and it warms your heart. It does, really.

Noodle would collect little things like seashells or little scraps of things to make you a pretty bracelet/ ring/ necklace out of. Noodle broke one of these that she gave you earlier in the day/ month/ year on accident, and she treated you like a queen for the rest of the day, even if you try to convince her that it’s no big deal.

Noodle likes to go out and adventure with you into the woods, a creek, places like that and such in search of memories and little bits and bobs.

Noodle took you out to out to dinner at her place, as she thinks that this’ll impress you, and it did; her room was tidy, the food was amazing, and Noodle was just all around perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, not even for a minute.

// Nsfw shit below //

Whenever Murdoc just wouldn’t shut up at times when Russel was too tired to have sex in bed, he would just let his cock sit in the bassist’s mouth; a semi-replacement for sex when the drummer’s too tired to do so.

2-D masturbates quite often, and whenever he comes, it’s always a fuckfest; his nice, clean sheets have these stains, and they’re permanent stains, mind you.

**Applies to phase 5 Noodle and above** Noodle enjoys self-care, and has quite the array of dildos at her fingertips. Usually uses them to relieve period cramps; she’s read somewhere that sex can, and it does the job well, for cramp relief or simple pleasure.

Russel absolutely dominates Murdoc in bed, but sometimes the roles are reversed. Murdoc and Russel definitely likes it when they degrade and fill each other up. (Breedy breedy degradation kink who???)

yeah there’s not much down here, but I’ll definitely try.

— hearts, Harami

#gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz imagines #russdoc #russel hobbs #russel gorillaz #gorillaz x reader #russel x murdoc #russel x reader #russel hobbs x reader #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc x reader #murdoc niccals #2 d gorillaz #2d x reader #2d gorillaz #noodle x reader #noodle gorillaz #noodle #harami’s headcanon humania #Reika’s writing

[2ds-pepperminttea]

HOW EACH MEMBER OF GORILLAZ WOULD COMFORT YOU AFTER A BAD DAY : MURDOC EDITION

He's extremely awkward and uncertain of what to do.

He'd ask if you would like some tea and search the whole house to find the flavor you like. Hell, he'd make sure to go and buy it if he didn't have it.

If your love language is physical touch then he would also make sure to give you some soft pecks to the cheek and offer to cuddle.

If it's quality time, then he would suggest to watch your comfort movie / show. Perhaps play some video games and curse everyone's bloodlines.

If it's reassurance then he would do his best to let you know you're an amazing person, deserving of all the love and care. ( Admittedly, this would have him question whether he is the right person for you or not. )

He'd also ensure you're as comfortable as possible, with blankets, plushies and anything else you may desire.

He may not be the most attentive person but when he tries, he goes all the way.

He'd cook and clean for you. The very definition of male wife. Whether it's well done or not. . .that's another story but you can't really be mad at it can you?

there's a chance he would be very reckless and buy you some gifts.

Perhaps even get his hands on a stray cat/dog and bring it home for you. If he's desperate to cheer you up.

Massages. You're getting the ultimate relaxing experience, or so he calls it.

You'll also have to listen to a story that most likely is fake about how great he used to be at giving massages.

Expect a lot of stuttering and questions.

Am i doing this right? How are ya feelin', luv? Anythin' else i can get fer ya? This didn't come out right, i meant— ; I— I think I understand whatcha tryna to tell me.

Overall, it's the best side of him that shines. A side he doesn't like showing due to fear of vulnerability but is willing to do it for you.

#gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz humanz #gorillaz imagines #the now now #murdoc imagines #murdoc headcanons #murdoc niccals #noodles imagines #noodle headcanons #2d headcanons #2d imagines #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #russel imagines #russel gorillaz #russel headcanons

[prettycoolgirl]

hii ok ok so a thought maybe like damon is your best friend's dad and you two are sneaking around

la luna enamorada

pairing - bfd!damon albarn x reader

warnings : smut

summary : you get sick and damons there to comfort you <3

notes : this is a short one, im catching up on requests one right now <3

for the past week you've been spending time in your apartment alone on the couch trying to get better from you catching the flu. the whole week damon texted you asking if he could stay over with you repeating no over and over again. sure you would love his company but you didn’t wanna get him sick a week before tour starts, that was until he showed up unannounced to your doorstep.

surely he wasn’t joking when he said he would make you feel better.

he’d showed up with many bags filled with medicine and snacks, he’d also make you so much tea and massaging you while putting on a movie.

to distract you from being sick he’d have your face in his shoulders while his hands gripped your hips. each of his thrust pushing him deeper than before filling you up, his hands at your sides before going connecting them with your finger tips.

“doing so good baby feels so good.” he said panting, angling his hips to thrust harder leaving you seeing stars. pressing your hands deeper into the couch as his hips slammed into yours. “your doing amazing, be a good girl and come for me.”

“good girl” damon grunted while your walls fluttered around him. a moan slipping out from your throat as his pace fastened, a raspy moan slipping out from damon’s lips as he thrusted one last time before filling you with thick ropes of his release.

“you okay baby?” he asked pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he let go of your hands, you nodding and smiling. “go lay in the bath and i’ll cook us something to eat” placing another kiss on your shoulder.

#damonalbarnfanfic #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn smut #dilf damon albarn #blur #britpop #britpopfanfic #blur band #damon albarn #gorillaz #gorillaz imagines #bfd!damon albarn

[monkeyparasite]

pathetic imagines, part one ig

Murdoc is trying to impress you, so he does the splits and his pants rip, revealing hes not wearing his old man tidy widys, he has no underwear on whatsoever. he feels a sudden raft of air in his buttcrack, he tries to get up but he fails, so he just crawls on the floor like a little roach, dragging himself on his belly, tears streaming down his face as his green face now has a tint of slight dark red. He retreats into his winnabago where he sobs for the rest of the night and orders 20 pairs of new jeans, spamming you with messages on how hes so so sorry and how he will model the new jeans for you

2D has learned a new "magic trick", so he decides to show it to you. Pointing a flashlight at his eye, he flicks it on. The bright light scars him, sending him falling back wailing in pain, hes rolling on the floor now, you better take him to the doctor. Hes still crying, why he wailing for his mother what- please help this boy oh my god

You and Russel had the wonderful idea of going to a big stew party, where everyone helps make the gianormous pot of stew, bringing spices, meats, veggies, and more yum yums. You brought whatever delicay you'd prefer or liked to, while Russel's input to the dish remained a mystery to you. At the grand ending, you realize Russel has not added anything to the dish, but before you can say anything, Russel has alreadly climbed the metal steps up the big bubbling pot of fresh warm stew. He throws his long coat he has been wearing ever since you came here behind him, revealing a two piece bikini. Mortifed, your frozen with fear, unable to stop Russel of his grand move: Jumping into the pot beautifully off the ladder like its a diving board, he dives head first into the stew, he is now one with the stew

It was never strange for Noodle to make you things, like macaroni art and such. But she had something even bigger planned, she swore up and down and would refuse to talk about anything else to you, saying how much of a big surpise it would be and how much you would love it. One day, she hands you an abnormally medium sized box, opening it, you see that its a.. sweater? Putting it on, she brings Katsu into the room, also wearing a sweater that was the exact color of your hair.. Looking at your own sweater, you notice that it matches Katsu fur color palette. Trying to not jump to conclusions, you ask Noodle what the sweater she made for you was made with, her respone only confirming your fears, it was in fact, a sweater of Kastu's shedded hair. Overwhelmed with discomfort, you don't ask what Katsu's sweater is made of, I think we all know what it is anyways

Waking up in the middle of night, wanting a mid night snack, you creep into the kitchen to seeAce at the stove, in only his nightgown, long night cap, and bunny slippers. You creep closer to him, seeing that their is a metal candle holder with a lit candle in it, sitting next to the stove, on the counter. He whispers a singular sentence, shaking you to your core, "Popeyes biscuit, no drink". You rush as quietly as you arrived, for your midnight hunger is no longer present due to that horrifying thought

#gorillaz #murdoc niccals #2D #stuart pot #russel hobbs #noodle #ace d copular #murdoc niccals gorillaz #2D gorillaz #stuart pot gorillaz #russel gorillaz #russel hobbs gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #ace gorillaz #ace d copular gorillaz #gorillaz imagine #gorillaz imagines #murdoc niccals imagines #murdoc imagine #2D imagines #stuart pot imagines #russel hobbs imagines #russel imagine #i love russel hobbs #noodle imagine #ace imagine #ace d copular imagine

[snobgoblin]

how do you think the gorillaz and/or the gorillaz next gen would react to someone asking for their pronouns

ok I'll do the OG band first then the Next Gen in a reblog

"What are your pronouns?"

2-D: It's pronounced "Schewert" :)

Murdoc: As opposed to my amateur nouns?

Russel: He/him has worked fine so far.

Noodle: Oh no you are not sending me into that crisis again

Ace: Who's askin? Are you a cop?

#gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz imagines #ace copular #murdoc niccals #murdoc gorillaz #ace gorillaz #ace ppg #2 d gorillaz #stuart pot #russel hobbs #russel gorillaz #noodle gorillaz

[aces-basement]

Ace comforting you while you're dysphoric (mostly afab soz this is completely self serving)

hes not great at comforting in general

but he tries to be supportive

when he hears it's shark week for you he yells "MAN DOWN! HE'S BEEN SHOT! OH HAVE MERCY HE'S BLEEDIN OUT!" and faints dramatically to try to make u feel better

lets you go shirtless, doesnt say anything about it, punches anyone that does or that gauks

offers to lob your tits off with his knife

genuinely

lets you wear his baggy clothes

calls you misteh or king

gives u a blue slushie bc his logic blue is for boys and you're very manly

tries to comfort you by saying u smell sweaty but it just makes you insecure

good effort tho

he will do your hair for u btw

idk if you want him to but he will

that's all i can think of enjoy

#tw gender dysphoria #gorillaz imagines #ace copular #ace gorillaz #ace ppg

[underscoredinnisg]

now that my asks are working, and not many imagines blogs are up and running for gorillaz anymore, i want to start taking and writing requests for Gorillaz!! they can be anything! ill do gorillaz member X anon if you leave a general description, it can just be head canons or a full short story its up to you :D

i have a few rules

-no heavy NSFW, im not super comfy with that

-no inter gorillaz ships (the only one im ok with is Ace and 2D)

-i will do angst but nothing super triggering

-i will do any phase! (i do prefer the early phases tho lol)

-nothing that discriminates on people (racism, homophobia, transphobia, ect)

-almost anything besides that is ok! but if i feel uncomfortable doing something i will either ignore it or say "hey im not comfy with this" or i might just take the part im uncomfortable with out and write the other stuff

(bonus for reading down this far, i might draw it if im feeling ~inspired~)

(pls lemme know if my asks arent working, i think they are but idk)

#2d #2d stuart pot #gorillaz #2d headcannons #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #russle hobbs #russle headcannons #gorillaz headcannons #gorillaz imagines #2D imagines #noodle #noodle gorillaz #russle hobbs gorillaz #noodle headcannons #nooe imagines #russle hobbs imagines #murdoc niccals #murdoc niccals imagines #murdoc niccals headcannons #theres so many tags sorry

[euos-the-cat]

2D accidentally gets gum in his hair and Murdoc laughs and says "wow, pink really does look good on you" and then gets slapped by Noodle

#gorillaz #gorillaz imagines #murdoc gorillaz #murdoc niccals #2d gorillaz #stuart pot #noodle gorillaz #noodle guitarist from gorillaz

[crunchchute]

imagining these two in a room together lately. best friends or killing each other which would it be

#crunchchute art #my art #murdoc niccals #gorillaz #fnaf #william afton #dave miller #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys #imagine what these two could build together #instead theyre just personifications of my 2 braincells

[junotter]

Pretty sure that between takes he was mercilessly attacked by the cast and crew

#gorillaz #2d gorillaz #stu pot #stuart pot #gorillaz fanart #my art #gorillaz rock the house #love his goofy outfit in this #imagine a world where they kept the spiderman mask

[nicky-pink]

Damon Albarn | Sen Kväll Med Luuk, TV4 Sweden [1997] [x]

#Damon Albarn #blur #blur band #gorillaz #britpop #1997 #1990s #90s #my gifs #imagine having a staring contest with damon fkng albarn lol

[reikarimaaa]

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

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

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

harami’s hitch-notes :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

okay, unrelated but. Stu is kinda fun to write

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

— hearts, Harami

#gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz imagines #harami’s headcanon humania #2d gorillaz #gorillaz x reader #gorillaz #2 d gorillaz #gorillaz 2d #Reika’s writing

[2ds-pepperminttea]

What would it be like to live with the Gorillaz? Do you think it would be as chaotic as it sounds?

Oh definitely! 👀 Let me bring you all through a day!

Breakfast consists of coffee, the quality would depend on who makes it really.

The best coffee is from Noodle and Russ.

Also pancakes from Russ, toasts from 2D, bacon and eggs from Noodle and well... you'll probably drink early if you're with Muds.

After that everyone sort of sticks around with their own stuff which is great, meaning you can have some time for yourself and your hobbies.

It's during lunch time that things truly do become chaotic.

Everyone arguing about what lunch should be. Who should cook and wash the dishes once everything is over.

It's a mess, no one wants to clean the dishes.

Nothing like playing rock paper scissors to get someone to do it.

The afternoons are usually busy, song writing, coming up with new concepts for albums, recording music, you name it.

It isn't as chaotic as lunch time, despite at times being difficult to get to a common ground when it comes to what they're doing next.

If anything, it's quite fun. . .when Murdock isn't threatening everyone with whatever might be bothering him.

If they're not focusing on music, they spend some time together whether it's playing games or watching movies.

It can be both relaxing and stressful. There's never a moment of true peace in the house.

But then, would you really want it? That would mean they weren't around.

#gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz humanz #gorillaz imagines #the now now #demon days #murdoc niccals #plastic beach #song machine #noodle #russel #2d gorillaz

[ay0nha]

request? could you write something with Damon having major sexual tension with a backing member of gorillaz (like a violinist or something) it’s vagueeee but still

SUMMARY: A warm smell surrounded you that’s familiarity made something bloom in your chest. It wasn’t a far cry to admit Damon was attractive. Any star was. Something scratched at your chest, toyed with you. It taunted you to bring the fabric close and be consumed by it. But Damon’s eyes were fixated on your every move; the wrong one would be catastrophic. 

PAIRING: Damon Albarn x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

WARNINGS: I tried to combine a handful of requests, so if it's a little choppy...don't worry about it....fluff, cursing, lack of coherent plot because I a little bit gave up half way through, nothing crazy, etc.

A/N: Hello! I love this concept so much. It was meant to be an enemies to lovers, but my little fluff-filled heart couldn't do it. Please, please enjoy! (If you can't tell, I live for this gif lol)

“Loop it.”

The harmonies felt better. But after going through every note in your range, Damon still refused to settle. Sleep clung to your voice and became prominent when you tried to push through.

“Let’s do it again…” Damon pressed the signaling button for his voice to echo. You could see through the glass fatigue ruled him and fueled his obsession. “Try the C major–” He hesitated to commit to the note, but not when he had called your hotel room in the middle of the night. “—No. Try doing–

“I’m taking a break.”

The headphones disconnected before Damon could reprimand you. If you had to be inconvenienced, so would he. Silence followed you as you moved through his home. Damon’s eyes tracked your familiarity in his home. There was something, a feeling he couldn’t decipher about the authority you found in it.

You were no longer a guest, but you weren’t a friend. Despite knowing each other for years, you never quite graduated from the acquaintance level. Yet, there you were, sipping from the mug Damon had made himself as if you were his other half.

Your position normalized it. The industry, which you barely claimed space in, normalized things like this. There was plenty of musical history to account for late-night sessions or jams, but this felt intentional. Different.

“Where are the others?” You teased him knowingly. You were well aware of the rumored soft spot he had for you, but it was hard to believe what he expected of you.

“Still sleeping.” Damon was restless, focusing on the wasted time on hot water and honey. “They’ll catch up.” He attempted to reason with your glare. “We need to get back.”

You had gotten further than usual, half a mug’s worth, before he complained. There wasn’t enough caffeine in the tea to keep you up, but the warmth helped. So did the fact that there was a fresh stock of the brand you gravitated towards. He was expecting you.

“Just a minute longer.” You hummed, neck stretching to the left and right until it popped. “Sure you don’t want any?” Damon declined, settling with a yawn. “You’ll have to sleep at some point.”

“I will…” He sniffed with agitation. You annoyed him and crawled under his skin just to settle there. “...once we’re done.”

“We are done.” A breath of amused laughter flitted through your nose. “You’ll have to drag me back in there.” Damon looked at you as if actually entertaining the thought. Throwing him a coy gaze, you added, “I’d love to see you try.”

“I thought about it.” He cracked a smile, finally. Damon was uncharacteristically quiet during the session, suppressing his usual cheekiness.

Your expression softened, matching his, “I know.”

“Maybe I’ll scrap the song.” He finally caved, his anxieties surfacing. “B-sides or something.” His movements became his own, demeanor present again, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a mess.” You cleared your mug, the remaining tea cold and forgotten. “That what you want to hear?” You hummed for an answer. “Or that it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard?”

“Depends.” His smile remained present. “Does my ego need inflating?”

“God, no.”

Your breath of laughter was divine. Damon would listen to it on a loop if he could. These moments made it worthwhile. They were fleeting but brought a much-needed lightness to the night. Made the purpose of your presence just a little sweeter.

—

You’d come in with little layers, to begin with. Stumbling out of bed meant whatever was on your back would have to suffice for the day ahead. Yet, that hadn’t accounted for the switch of the air conditioning to accommodate the countless pieces of equipment used.

At night, things were different. You related to the solitude, the quietness making it easier to think. Yet, the buzz of a busy studio gave a unique rush to every meeting that helped immerse you in a world of collaboration.

“He kept you all night?” Jamie’s tone was teasing with the rhetorical question. It was obvious in how you looked—casually put together and gaze set on the goal of finishing—that you’d seen the sunrise.

You offered a simple smile, making it seem like you hadn’t minded. In reality, you hadn’t truly minded, but part of you resisted the game of cat and mouse.

“You’re allowed to say no.” Another breath of laughter. Jamie had a knack for using his humor for others' comfort, which you appreciated. Especially if it came to poking fun at Damon. “He does know what that means.”

“Keeps me occupied.” The excuse was rehearsed but not inaccurate, as you shrugged. “The extra cash doesn’t hurt.”

“God knows he’s got plenty to spare.”

Jamie looked at Damon. He was engrossed with his lyrics, scratching out words for others and shuffling the cue cards in different orders until they made sense for the singers who would soon spill in. A cigarette hung from his lips, the ash snowing down onto his work.

Damon mumbled against the butt to himself, taking a drag just to push it out through his nose. Something was appealing to the vice. Especially as you thought to reach out with your two fingers to capture your lips around the cigarette just to feel the heat of his lips.

“C’mere for a minute.”

There was a lag before you realized Damon had called out to you. There wasn’t a need for you yet; he would have to make something up soon to explain why you had to detach yourself from Jamie.

“The melodies sound good.” You crouched beside him, the compliment surprising not only him but yourself. “I heard you earlier…” You attempted to backtrack before the heat reached the tips of your ears. “...It’s shaping up nicely.”

“The lyrics are..." His sentence trailed off, morphing as he blew a raspberry. He couldn't quite shake the frustration of his unfinished song.

Goosebumps littered your skin as you reached across him for the marker in his hand. He knew you were cold since he avoided looking at how the swell of your breast peaked, looking for heat.

“Grammar’s a bit off.” You mumbled, adjusting the order of a few things. It was like a puzzle; the song's lyrics could be bent however you wanted but could only settle comfortably with a proper flow. “...Let's see how that sounds.”

You hummed the melody that had become your earworm. Damon matched it with the lyrics. The flow had changed with the slight adjustment as if mocking how it had taken days for him even to approach it.

“Yeah, that’s good…” Damon whispered to himself, to you. There was no reason to be surprised at your skill, but there was something that tickled him. “Good, let’s get the others.” He could feel the start of his rambling in his chest. “I mean, when everyone gets here…you can show them.”

“Somethings off with you…” Your eyebrows cinched together with premature amusement. “You don’t like it?”

Damon was hard-headed, never soft-spoken about his work and how he envisioned it. But he struggled to form his words the way he wanted with you.

“He’s upset that he didn’t come up with it himself. ” Jamie joined right as Damon went to thank you. “Now leave the girl alone; I don’t know how she’s not sick of you yet.”

—

As others filtered in, producing and recording, the smoke began to fill the room. Things began to come easy, things falling into place with more than a pair of eyes looking for a solution. Damon thrived in the environment. He personified the more, the merrier.

He would detach himself from one group just to mingle with those working in the opposite direction. He multitasked even when everyone decided to relax collectively, yourself included.

“All I’m saying is that the audience in Rio has this unmatched energy.”

They talked about the upcoming tour, regaling tales of part performances that couldn’t be matched. It had just been confirmed and announced to the anticipatory fans in capital cities globally.

“Toyko, hands down.” Another added. “ Plus, the food is well worth the travel.”

You traveled for work but only hopped from one studio to the next. Never had you performed in front of crowds as the rest had. They shared stories of the things thrown at them during peak performances and tales of drunken nights that were fuzzily being put together.

“Albarn, do you remember?” They called for him across the room. He had waited for the single invitation to be closer to you with the backing of an excuse. “In Montreal, how’d we get back to the hotel?”

Damon didn’t touch you, not yet, at least. The arm around the cushion of the sofa settled comfortably as he sat. His head lulled back and forth, giving attention to those he conversed with. But something about how he gravitated to your space made it seem like his undivided attention was yours.

You found it difficult to listen to shared stories you knew little about. But you liked the rumble you felt against your side when Damon fluttered with laughter. Each time, he would catch the goosebumps that spread across your arms. He figured you were cold, but you were worried that you were revealing yourself, and he only reveled in it. So you used the very excuse of being affected by the temperature to cover yourself.

You could have gone without asking, but your hand landed on his knee before you realized. “You have a jumper or something?”

His eyes lingered on your hand, which caught his attention. It was a smart move on your part, better than trying to call his name, knowing it would go out in one ear and out the other. Others continued around you, making nothing of the touch, but you rarely initiated something.

“On the chair.” Damon jutted his chin across the room where his sweatshirt had been scrapped.

Eyes were on you, watching your sock-clad feet pad carefully over the various wires that littered the floor. The sweatshirt was intentionally large on Damon, so it swam on you as you pulled it over your head.

A warm smell surrounded you that’s familiarity made something bloom in your chest. It wasn’t a far cry to admit Damon was attractive. Any star was. Something scratched at your chest, toyed with you. It taunted you to bring the fabric close and be consumed by it. But Damon’s eyes were fixated on your every move; the wrong one would be catastrophic.

Someone called your name, and your original spot was filled beside Damon. There was a yearning to return to that, probably the shared exhaustion of the day forefronting your thoughts.

—

Your eyes couldn’t help but drift throughout the session. It was becoming a hard habit to break. But for once, you were thankful, able to catch the tail end of Jamie and Damon’s tiff. They had their lovers quarrels, but they never remained quiet. They were never shy to be dramatic for everyone to hear and witness.

The studio glass was your barrier, but you had an inkling it was about you. Jamie was always an advocate for you, for everyone. He, although not always, could talk sense into his counterpart. You just wished he waited to do it when you weren’t there or when you could eavesdrop.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m—

“Nah, I’m tired of your excuses.” Jamie tutted, arms crossing with conviction. “You have a beautiful girl over in the middle of the night, and you make her work.” He shook his head as if it was the most despicable thing. “The only thing she should be doing is moaning–

“Fuck off.” Damon frowned at the crudeness. He’d mused the thought but never allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy. “It’s not like that, believe me.

“You’re letting me down.” Jamie continued, ready for the fight. “What happened to you?” He always tapped right on Damon’s pressure points. “You’ve gone soft, can’t even ask out a girl without falling apart.”

“Thanks, mate.” Damon threw a glare, still looking ahead. He caught your eye unintentionally. But his eyes flickered back to Jamie before the slim chance of being ashamed. “Go find something to do, I can’t babysit today.”

“You’re drawing it out,” Jamie said. “She’ll be gone when you finally fucking do something—

“I’ve invited her out tonight.”

The lie flew out fast. Damon had only heard through the whispers of others that you would think about going. Now, he gambled.

Jamie’s eyebrows twitched up, “With us?”

“Who else?”

A smirk pulled at the thought. Years passed, and your tendency to avoid social events began to precede you. “You bribed her to say yes, didn’t you?”

—-

“Refill?”

Damon watched your drink dwindle. Your ordered whatever everyone else was having, making it easy to blend in. It was his excuse to talk to you, which he found otherwise difficult.

The music was loud, thumping directly to drown out his voice. Yours carried beautifully as you laughed with the company. It felt like a strike every time Damon heard it. A reminder of the incompetence Jamie had reminded him of earlier.

“Hmm?”

The music covered Damon’s words. You leaned close to his neck; ear perked to hear him. He had caught you on the dance floor, where you swayed to the beat. On the off-beat, your shoulder brushed against his, a deliberate move on your part.

“Your drink…” He pointed to it this time. The strobing lights helped cover his stumble. “You want another?”

Damon looked good. Maybe it was the buzz around you allowing you to fall behind the veil of alcohol. It helped that people around you bumped the two of you closer. If he hadn’t been looking at you so intently for an answer, you’d be in his arms within a matter of minutes.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I’ll go with you.”

The atmosphere of the club required commitment. But the bar offered a reprieve. You were lucky to have found a free stool that wobbled under your weight while Damon flagged down the bartender. You were sure some recognized him, but as he matured, the more privacy he maintained.

“Thought you would be a no-show.” The gin and tonic had a heavy pour, reflecting the overwhelmed workers and carelessness of the night. You sipped on its sweetness, patient for Damon’s response.

“So did I.” Ironically enough, you had approached Damon. You extended the invitation, lying through your teeth that the others had sent you to ask him. Relief flooded him. A shrug simplified Damon’s feelings. “Changed my mind.”

“Why?” You teased, looking at him with nothing but conviction. “You found out I was coming?”

“Something like that.” His lips twitched at the sentiment, arms encasing you as more bumped him toward you, “Jamie’s quite persistent.”

Your drinks dwindled, and more were ordered. The bubble you’d created was filled with wit, a banter that came naturally and held heavy sentiments. You had already memorized the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, how his laughter started deep within his chest just to echo its way to you. But it never got old. Typically, you’d scold yourself for admiring him that way but indulged regardless. Damon was never subtle with how his gaze lingered, but you doubted subtly was his priority.

Especially as he broke eye contact with you just to wet his own lips, mirroring your gesture. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded. “You’ve got my attention.”

It seemed the best time to ask you when he had you in his grasp. There wouldn’t be a more appropriate time in his eyes. This was what he wanted most but never knew how to express. He wanted you near him, like this.

“Come on tour with me.”

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[monkeyparasite]

GORILLAZ MEMBERS REACTS TO . . . Y/N playing Minecraft! / Y/N plays Minecraft, while the other(s) watch!

relationship with members not specified, imagine the relationship how you please (self-shipper friendly, friendship friendly, yadada)

gender not specified y/n, pov is second person, no usage of any pronouns for the reader

includes: murdoc, 2d, russel, noodle, ace (in that order, actually! also you are included too already ehehehe)

triggers and or squicks: an unsanitary act for 2Ds (toe nail chewing heughgh 😟)

Murdy

- Whether you invited him to watch you play or he just caught you, expect him to be a handful at times

- Usually, he doesn't ask if he can watch you play, he just does. But when he does ask, no matter your answer, he's dropped whatever he was doing beforehand so he can watch you play this strange game of yours!

- He's back seat gaming, telling you to do stuff, "Run back there a minute! What was that..? Well then, what is that ugly bloke? Did, did it just make a noise at me..?!? Hit it. What do you mean no??"

- At first, he didnt like the villagers, but now he's grow accustomed to them. Will probably, cough cough definitely cough cough, take over the village and steal a villagers house if he plays

- Flips out when your close to dying in a cave, hes failing his arms around, screaming, wailing, making such a ruckus everyone else came to help, only to find Murdoc cursing out everyone of the monsters

2D

- Watching you play is a hit and miss, he answers truthfully though! If he doesn't want too, he says no, if he's doing something but he wants to watch you play anyways, he can take a break to watch you! [CUE NOODLE BARGING OUT OF THE RESTROOM AFTER 1 HOUR OF WAITING FOR 2D BECAUSE HE PROMISED TO HELP 😔]

- Asks if he can watch you game, but like Murdoc, no matter the answer, he's still going to watch you play. But with a twist, he actually tries to not make it visible, takes a moment at you screen, look away, take a look, look away, cycle repeats

- Is either also back seat gaming OR just sitting in silence, mouth gaping open. Is he in awe or just hypnotized? No idea

- He thinks the zombies are cool, but says their design is a little bland looking. Hates the baby zombies with a passion though, those little shits haunt his dreams

- Bro. If your about to die and its intense. Just die, he's chewed off all his finger nails and now he resorted to chewing off his fucking toenails, what is wrong with him??

Russel

- Hes honest and nice about it! If he doesn't want to, he just says so, then apologizes. If he does, he says yes! He will plop down beside you and depending on what console your playing on, he will nuzzle his head under your neck to watch OR just lean back and get comfy!

- Will ask, accepts whatever answer you give him. I love you Russel, I love you so much

- Doesn't talk much. Makes small comments and talks very little. But if you get out the note blocks or record player? He's giving you all sorts of tips, also might be dancing a lil. He's having fun!

- He says he doesn't have a favorite mob, but he does. Its the pig! Loves it when you ride a pig, because he thinks its adorable!

- During intense moments when your about to die, he's the one to be quiet. Man is holding his breath, his heart dropped down to his asshole when you realized you probably bit off more than you can chew with these mobs

Noodle

- Like 2D, she answers truthfully! However, if the answer is no, she always adds "maybe next time?", though!

- She won't admit it, but she'll watch you play over your shoulder, before deciding if its worth asking if she could watch you play

- Will and can be blunt, if you're doing an absolute ass job at building something, Noodle's making a small remark about that, suggesting you watch some tutorials so you can get better

- Enjoys the look of the iron golems, also the cats too, but mainly the iron golems! Who can blame her? They are pretty cool looking, also the way they fling the monsters up in the air like that will never cease to be funny to any of them

- Be prepared, because during tough fights, she is watching out for you but will be getting too into it, "BEAT ITS ASS GET IT GET IT!"

Ace

- He can't deny himself one of your good ol' gaming sessions! At this point, you probably already know his answer, and might I suggest, telling him to come here because your playing minecraft

- If you don't tell him your playing minecraft and he sees?!? HERE HE FUCKING COMES, "TOOTS WHY DIDNT YOU TELLL ME YOU WERE PLAYING?!?! SCOOT OVER", Bro is jump over the couch's top part, going into a roll mid jump, and landing on the fucking floor. He did not plan that very well, but dont worry he's okay, MINECRAFT TIME NOWW

- The first few times he watched you play, he was absolutely clueless and asking you questions about everything, he's commenting on everything and anything he sees. "Hey whats like in the distant? NO WAY IS THAT MURDOC?? What- Its a zombie? Whats the difference toots?"

He is still a bit clueless on somethings like the ores, the warden, everything in the nether, but the rest of it he understands fairly well! Still talks about everything he sees though! Cracking jokes and shit

- His favorite mob is the snow golems. If you let him play in creative, he will find a snowy biome, spawn a snow golem, and make it his pet or friend. Gives it a name and everything, you gotta help him with the name tag stuff tho

- Screams encouragements at you, "YEAHH GET EM TOOTS!!" and if its obvious your losing, he's flailing around, oh now he's deflating, nevermind he's back to flailing. Oh and during all of this he's fucking wailing and screaming like its happening to him in real life. Ace king please-

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