Kong Studios is falling apart - haunted halls, rotting pizza, and a band barely holding it together. You weren't supposed to matter much, just another tech behind the scenes. But then 2-D started crashing in your room, writing your name into songs, and looking at you like you're the only real thing in the whole damn place. In this fanfic, you play a behind-the-scenes member of the Gorillaz crew during their chaotic Phase 1 era - stuck in the filth and madness of Kong Studios. As the band spirals through fame, ghosts, and Murdoc's ego trips, you find yourself tangled in a strange, unpredictable relationship with 2-D: the dreamy-eyed frontman who writes horror songs and accidentally steals your heart between nightmares and synth riffs. Expect weird romance, haunted hallways, grime, emotional whiplash, and canon-level dysfunction.

"O-oh, you're leaving? Here, you should probably take this back, then." Just as you were beginning to shrug off the jacket that was oh, so warm, the singer immediately gripped the material with deft hands and fastened the zipper all the way up to your chin. "Nah, you can give it back to me later," he said, mirth twinkling in the abyss of his bloody irises. You blinked, suddenly aware that your arms were indeed not even through the sleeves of the jacket, making them trapped and therefore, useless. "W-what? What do you mean later?" He stepped back, hands rooted in the back pockets of his blue jeans. The azure haired male gave a teasing shrug that left you feeling lightheaded. "Dunno', guess you'll have'ta see."

Y/n was promised to marry Tom since a kid. But she moves away and leaves her childhood love behind. Tom promises that he will find her and that they still would get married. But as soon as you get into the new town you find a boy. He's odd and looks funny but you couldn't help but find him cute. Stu pot. He's a singer and very talented. He is now one of your close friends. You develop feelings for him. What will you do?

(Y/n) doesn't feel loved. So she does drastic things to feel so, but when one of her late night outings ends with a gun against her head one moment and trapped in a different world the next she starts to wonder if being truly loved if worth it, all the while trying to get back home in time for her wedding day with little to no success. Desperate to escape this world of chaos and ghouls she turns to the only people crazy enough to help her, a bratty 10 year old genius, a man who can talk to ghosts, a asshole on his own desperate road to fame, and a attractive idiot that's convinced she's an alien. though all four band members are determined to get (y/n) home the task seems to be a lot harder than it looks when they find out a demon that is hungry for (y/n)s soul is on the lose and that they have no idea where to start. Also I'm sorry to say there will be spelling mistakes. It's a rough draft, I'll go through editing if I wanna someday. . ✨❣️🪐 this fanfic is a 2dxreader Jsyk.

These are just comfort one shots of 2d mainly comfort or something of that nature.

requests r always allowed! status thing will update every other week. i'll be updating every other week. smut, fluff, and angst will be in here. i won't be the best at writing them though. constructive criticizing is deeply appreciated! the cover will be updated into smith different once I make smth

Stranded on Plastic Beach, surrounded by endless ocean and Murdoc's iron grip, freedom feels like a distant dream. You were dragged here against your will, thrown into the same cage as 2D - a prisoner forced into becoming the band's guitarist and occasional backup voice. Locked beneath the waves, watched by the same monstrous whale that stalks 2D, every day blurs into another cycle of fear, music, and survival. Murdoc controls everything: what you eat, where you sleep, when you play. He calls it keeping the band alive. You call it a prison. And yet, through the suffocating silence and the crushing weight of the ocean, you and 2D find slivers of comfort in each other - fragile moments of humanity that Murdoc can't fully erase. But on Plastic Beach, nothing stays safe for long.