Gorillaz Oneshots & Imagines

El Mañana Never Comes

El Mañana Never Comes - Murdoc/Reader
Triggers: Death, toxic relationship, cursing, alcohol.
a lil bit of angst in my life ;w;
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Three videos were already finished today. Two more to go. Demon Days has been a breeze and you spent most of your time sitting on the couch browsing the internet. In other words, this album was a pain in the ass for the band. Mostly because of the money.

About three or four million dollars went into that floating island, Murdoc had said before shooting the music video for 'Feel Good Inc.,' watching you look outside the large windows and to the island before you. Smiling, you watched Noodle appear from inside of the windmill, watching the sky as it slowly drifted into clear white clouds.

"How long will Noodle be out there?" You asked Murdoc, glancing over to the sight of him stripping his shirt. He scoffed softly.

"Not long," he sucked air through his nose. "A few minutes at most. Well, until we shoot El Mañana. She'll be fine, if you're wondering. That island is more sturdy than the entirety of London, love. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can destroy that sodding island." He growled watching Stuart trip over the bodies then added, "Hate that thing."

"Costed a lot of money," you agreed. "Must've cut a lot into savings. Don't blame ya for hating it."

Murdoc suddenly clapped his hands together, signalling the beginning of shooting before roaring. "Alright, peeps! Get rrready, because we are going to rock this one, I'm sure of it. Dove?" He questioned, smiling as he pointed to a certain spot for you to sit during the video. One where you'd be noticed, but would mostly blend into the crowd of the other women. He swore he'd hump you more than the others.

Shooting started. It ended before you even knew it. Next was El Mañana, a song by personal opinion, didn't even make sense. However, you could piece together that it is a melancholy love song and would sound the same. You didn't want to be too harsh on Noodle, for she is only fifteen years old and this was her first attempt at writing any form of music.

You stood outside this time, right of the island. It floats a few good miles away, but close enough to which you could see the action. Murdoc seemed particularly excited about this video, though you had no idea why. You guessed it was because of the beautiful scenery, but you should've known better.

You closed your eyes for five seconds. Then, screaming. Your mind was dazed, only hearing Russels terrified cries, then Stuarts. Murdoc stayed silent, watching the scene play out before him with a wicked smirk on his face. You grabbed his shoulder as you noticed the scene before you, screaming out for him to react, emote, anything, but nothing. How distasteful, you thought as you watched his smirk attempt to tug into a frown, failing in the long run. He doesn't even care if she dies, you grimace.

"Do something! She's gonna die, Mudz!" You screamed, slapping his shoulder. "Only you can stop this!"

You could see the smoke from the windmill reflected in his eyes. Noodle was nowhere to be found. Recording had halted and the music has finished, the only feeling now was dread and anger. Russel and Stuart watched Murdocs every move from the corners of their eyes, deep frowns on their faces while tears pricked in Stuarts eyes. You were speechless.

"So," you began. "This whole video. This four million dollar project, all for the death of an innocent child? She was fifteen, Murdoc. Fifteen!" You yelled, looking at the back of his head. "A fifteen year old child that saw you as their fucking father figure, and you kill her? Watch her die?"

Murdoc snapped, turning around and appearing in front of your face, snarling his unusually sharp teeth. "She's NOT dead, you fucking idiot. I gave her a parachute to jump off with. She's fine I swear of it! I would never kill my Noodle. Never."