Gorillaz x Reader

Finding Love in Unlikely Places - Murdoc Niccals X Reader

The current setting is Kong Studios, think back to the MTV Cribs video, except Murdoc doesn't act... well like Murdoc.

**trigger warnings: none, unless you count murdoc showing feelies than one for the cringe counter please**

     The paper thin walls of Kong Studio's allowed you to hear the snores of Russel, and every now and again a cricket or an owl hooting. As Russel snores could be heard somewhere to the right of you, 2D talked in his quite loudly about how Noodle couldn't own a dog because she was allergic to birds somewhere to the left of you. It was fun to listen to, until it descended into him wailing desperately about how his cereal was too hot for tea time.

Noodle slept peacefully in her room across the hall, you could tell because she had her ocean sounds playing on her small stereo. Anytime she played those sounds it was basically a sign on her door that mean't, 'Do not disturb!'

You decided to sit up in your bed, and shoot a glare at the red glowing analogue clock that in big block-y numbers read '3:26 am,' And it was only getting later and later. Tomorrow you were supposed to help the band with their new album, by grabbing them tea when they needed it, telling them what sounded good or what they should add etc. But instead, you were awoken by a horrid dream of falling over, and over, and over again. Or you were being chased by a shadowy creature in the dark with only a candle for light. And when you tried going back to sleep it only continued the nightmare. So you decided to stay up. That was... until your eyes felt as heavy as lead. Usually you'd ask to fall asleep with Russ, Noodle or Dee... but they are all asleep.

Every now and again you'd hear footsteps trudge down the corridor, or scary moaning noises that didn't sound like Russ, 2D or Noodle. Paranoia began to creep into you, and the urge of wanting to run started to grow. You frantically began to search your room with your eyes, and suddenly every corner of darkness was a shadowy figure trying to attack you. Swallowing your cowardess down your throat, you gathered a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders because the hallways of Kong are drafty and freezing cold. You needed to be around another person, because the cold fear climbing up your spine wasn't exactly something to suppress.

There is one more person you could ask that could possibly still be awake. Hell knows what he is doing at this hour. But he is the answer to go with... Murdoc Niccals. The meanest person of the band... who also happened to be the person you had a little thing for. So you were afraid of him for two reasons. The man already teased you endlessly, and now you were about to seek him out for comfort.  

Barefooted, and scared as all get out, you started your venture down the long deserted hallway towards the carpark where Murdoc's "Love-shack On Wheels," was.

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     Russel's snoring, 2D's sleep talking, and Noodle's ocean sounds on her stereo faded soon after you entered the dark and dimly lit car-park. It was vast, and eerily silent except for the occasional buzz of the overhead light bulb which flickered. 

Your feet pattered on the cold concrete ground, and you tiptoed as quietly as possible as to not make any additional disturbances that could make Murdoc mad in case he was in fact asleep. You just wanted someone to fall asleep with, even if it was the prickly bassist.

Your toes and the soles of your feet began to grow numb due to the hard icy floor, and your hands felt no different because on your way to the carpark you stopped to grab a beer from the refrigerator as a peace offering in case you did wake Murdoc up. And as you held the beer it began to sweat in your hands making it somehow even colder.

"This asshole better be awake..." You mumbled softly, but your words traveled across the garage. Your mumbled words echoed to where the Geep was, and finally towards the Winnebago. Your eyes laid onto the large tan vehicle, and your feet trekked forward up the rickety black steps making creaking sounds, as if it was screaming at you 'Please kill me!',  as you stepped on them with your bare feet. You tightened your grip around the sweaty glass bottle, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and sighed.