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READ THIS FIC THIS FIC IS SO GOOD THIS IS THE BEST FIC I'VE EVER READ READ THIS FIC THIS FUCKS SEVERELY
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53112613/chapters/134386240
#gorillaz#gorillaz fanfiction#gorillaz fanfic#gorillaz fic#2doc#gorillaz 2doc#2doc fanfiction#2doc fic#2doc fanfic#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#ao3#archive of our own
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I started my 2Doc whipped!Murdoc fic! I have 8 chapters planned and more tags will be added as the work is updated.
If you'd like to check it out, here's the summary ⬇️
Feel free to contact me on this blog or on Twitter if you wanna discuss this fic or 2doc in general!
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hey this is the 10th chapter of my 2doc fic that i’ve been promoting everywhere but tumblr for the past year 😭
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Title: The Wriggling Sleeper
Rated: G
Relationship: Murdoc/2d
Summary: Murdoc is woken up by 2d moving in his sleep
Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Established Relationship
Notes: Inspired by @gorillaztublr post
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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
#Ghost band#gorillaz#the band ghost fanfic#gorillaz fanfiction#2doc#2dace#russdel#im mentally ill and lonely#ghost band headcannons#Ghostband#ghost headcanons#regress ghost#ghost bc
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I Want To See You Smile - Part Two
Notes: Commission for @ssnicker-doodless! I’ve been waiting for the motivation to add to this series, so thank you for providing it~ If it seems a tad unconcluded, there will be a part three eventually, maybe a part four depending on how long it takes me to wrap things up fully. Thanks again for supporting, I had a lot of fun writing this!!
Summary: Murdoc can only stand so much of 2d ignoring him before he snaps. Unfortunately for him, 2d isn’t the only one who’s forced to speak.
Two weeks.
14 Days.
336 hours.
20,160 minutes.
1,209,600 seconds of radio silence except for those words circling endlessly in his head. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me. Murdoc couldn’t seem to shake the phrase; it followed him like a ghost into rehearsals and bars and the arms of the random people he found there. It seemed to open up a void in him, sucking all emotion and time greedily into itself until Murdoc thought he was going to go crazy.
If he was being honest, he knew what the void was, but he refused to put a name to it. He was being petty, but he couldn’t help it.
By the third week of 2d’s silent treatment, something had to break.
He was on the couch, aimlessly flipping through channels. He wasn’t drunk, not yet; he was still in that pleasant tipsy stage where his thoughts became blurred and everything seemed inconceivably funny. The TV flicked to something inane about a talking giraffe who was trying to befriend a dog, and Murdoc grinned, leaning back and settling in for the promising endeavor.
“Noodle, have you seen my socks, someone’s taken them all from my drawers—oh.” 2d paused, one hand still gripping the doorway to swing himself in. His gaze flicked between Murdoc’s lazy curl and the cartoon animals on the TV. “I didn’t realize you were in here.”
“I didn’t realize you were talking to me.”
“Yeah, well. I’m not.”
“You couldn’t have said that if you’re not talking to me,” Murdoc pointed out. He shot a grin back at the other, grateful, inexplicably, for his presence, even if it was annoyed. “So I guess you must be, then. I’d almost forgotten what your stupid voice sounded like.”
2d bristled, pressing his lips together to prevent himself from further breaking his own rules. His legs seemed to make a decision at last, and he stumbled into the living room. He curled up against the end of the couch, as far away as he could be from Murdoc without falling onto the floor.
The two watched cartoons in stubborn silence for several minutes, both of them desperate to break this stalemate, but neither willing to be the first to do so. Every once in a while, Murdoc would laugh at something onscreen and 2d’s head would jerk up as if his neck was on a string.
Murdoc had had plans to be petty for much longer, but the alcohol was clouding his judgement process. He took a long swig of his drink, for courage or luck he wasn’t sure, and pointed the empty bottle at 2d.
“I don’t see why I should be punished for doing something you like.” His words swirled together, too happy and incoherent for this conversation. “You said it yourself, you liked it when I tickled you, you thought it was ‘fun’ or whatever. So what’s the big deal?”
And just like that, their fortnight of silence was over.
“Did you ever think to not tickle me in the first place?” 2d snapped. “You never asked, not once. It was only when you wanted to. It was fun, yeah, but not if you’re just being a dick.”
“Why else would I tickle you?” Murdoc scoffed, rolling his eyes and trying to hide how much those words stung. “It’s not like it’s a particularly enjoyable experience, and from the way you were squirming around I might as well have been making a stab at your life. It’s no different from anything else, and if you’re that hung up on it, I just won’t do it anymore.”
2d flinched back like he’d been slapped. He settled back into the couch cushion, drawing his knees up in a protective stance.
“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, staring down the comically large squirrel on screen. “I didn’t say that, did I?”
“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”
2d’s lip was jutted out in a slight pout. The gesture was childlike and somber at the same time, and also slightly cute, which was a thought Murdoc didn’t want to digest at the current moment. “I didn’t want the tickling to end, not exactly. I never would have said anything if I had known you would stop. I just wanted…. I dunno. For you to want it too. We used to have fun together, and now you’re just surly and mean all the time. But whenever you, y’know—” he wiggled his fingers in demonstration—“it felt like old times. It didn’t feel mean like when you make fun of me.”
There it was. The words twisted unpleasantly in Murdoc’s gut, guilt and regret and desire sticking any comeback he might have had in his throat. Because he was right. Whatever the fuck the tickling addiction had been, it had been different. Seeing 2d’s mouth split haphazardly into a smile had brought him a bigger high than any drug could, and once he had started, he couldn’t stop.
Maybe it was because he liked that he was the one to make 2d look like that. To know that he had the power to make someone happy, to make them laugh even, as opposed to infecting everyone around him with the same pain that ran through his veins.
Maybe it was because seeing that stupid smile made him want to kiss him all over his stupid face.
“…I do.”
“What?”
“Want it too.”
“Oh.”
“Wanted it, I mean. Still want it. I don’t know.” Murdoc was rambling, swinging the bottle around like it was a conductor’s wand. He wasn’t sure if he would be having this conversation sober, so he forced himself to continue while his normal inhibitions were blocked off. “What I’m saying is, I had fun too, for whatever it’s worth. I never meant to yell, I just… Christ, just looking at you made me want to… and so instead I got angry. Like I always do. But I’m not angry, I’m… I don’t know. I guess I’m just fucking sorry. I didn’t... well, I didn’t want this.”
He wasn’t sure if he had gotten through a single coherent sentence, but it was as close as he was going to get to an explanation. 2d was staring at him, his mouth open slightly in a tiny O. His face was flushed, from the heat or from the conversation Murdoc couldn’t tell, but it was making his hands itch and so he looked away.
“Kinda want to do it now,” he admitted, and he could hear the way 2d’s breath hitched—not helping at all with his self-control. "Which is super fucking weird, but I do. So yeah. You were right. I do like it. I like it and you like it so I don’t even know why we’re fucking fighting.” He shoved the bottle on the table before the alcohol could force him to confess anything else.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
For a moment, that was all 2d said, just that singular consonant Oh. It was possible he had broken him. Murdoc sighed, resigning himself to the awkward hell he had doomed both of them to with his speech, when—
“You kinda want to now?”
Murdoc’s bloodstream froze. “Yeah. I guess. Kinda.”
“Well then.” 2d’s tongue swept over his bottom lip, the gesture nervous and terribly distracting. “I guess it would be alright if you did. I mean, since you want to.”
Murdoc narrowed his eyes, because it was possible this was some very vivid hallucination his brain had cooked up to help him cope with rejection, as it had a tendency to do on occasion. “Really? You know you don’t have to say that, right? Because I don’t want to force you into some shit you don’t want to do just to humor me, I’m not fragile, alright?”
“I know,” 2d said quickly. “But… I kinda want it too. Only this time, on my terms. So we stop when I say. Is that… I mean, is that alright?”
Murdoc swallowed, still trying to convince himself that this was happening. “Yeah, I can work with that.”
2d was smiling already, the anxious, jerky one that seemed to have a tight grip on Murdoc’s hands. If anything, he was the one in 2d’s control, not the other way around.
Murdoc started with his knees, as they were curled defensively in the way of the rest of him. Pinching around the bone and forcing the leg to jerk down with a frantic yelp from 2d, squeezing the area more until it came back up, then down again, unable to make up its mind. With each tweak came another round of giggles, which served as excellent encouragement for Murdoc to try again until 2d was a mess only thirty seconds in.
He looked like a fish out of water, squirming and flopping around on the couch as he tried to stop himself from fighting back. When Murdoc discovered that under his knees worked just as well, if not better, than the tops, he was met with a foot slamming suddenly and desperately into his shoulder as 2d jerked back on the couch.
Murdoc paused, arching a brow as he glanced over at the offending limb. “Now I really don’t think you meant to do that.” He abandoned his knee to grab his ankle instead. “There are consequences to actions, you know.”
“Wait, Muds, c’mon, dohon’t, ahaha, ehee h-hohold ohon!”
Nails fluttered expertly over his soles and 2d let out a noise akin to a squeak as he fell back on the couch in a fit of laughter. He gave up on fighting back to cover his face instead, though Murdoc could still see the blush tinting his ears.
And okay, yeah. Maybe he was a little cute like this. Objectively speaking. Anyone would think it looking at him, or at least that was how Murdoc was choosing to justify it.
“Ihihi c-cahahan’t, ahaha, nahaha, I can’t, I cahahan’t!” 2d dug the heel of his free foot into the sofa, arching off of the couch and briefly entertaining the idea of escape before coming crashing back down. “Plehehehease!”
“Can’t what? I can’t understand you through all that laughter, you’ll have to speak up.”
Murdoc dug under his toes curiously and was rewarded with a shriek as instinct took over and 2d jerked his leg out from his grip. Interesting. Murdoc put a pin in that discovery for the time being, and chose to straddle 2d’s legs to get at easier territory. It took him no time at all to find that spot on his hips that always seemed to work, and 2d jumped under him, his giggles growing desperate and wild as he fought to shove Murdoc’s hands away from the offending area.
“You know, I had almost forgotten how ticklish you were,” Murdoc mused, digging his thumb against the divot right underneath his bone. 2d wheezed out a warbled plea that was quickly lost to laughter. “I didn’t even think it was possible for a person to be this ticklish. I probably would’ve gone insane by now if I was in your position—given up several trade secrets, too.”
2d’s shrieks implied that he wasn’t that far off in that assumption, but he hadn’t said stop yet, despite how intolerable this seemed. Warmth rushed to his own face at the thought that the other was actually enjoying this—that 2d liked being made to writhe and laugh underneath him. In his distraction, Murdoc dug in harder, meticulously going about destroying the spot and bringing 2d to new levels of desperation. His legs scrabbled on the couch for any kind of purchase as his hands continued their useless mission to force Murdoc to a new spot.
“Ohohohokay ohohokay ohohohokay, nahahahat theheheEHEHERE!” 2d’s voice brought Murdoc snapping back to reality, and he glanced down at the helpless man dying under his hands. “Tihihihihihihickles!"
"Aw, but I like it here,” Murdoc teased, evading his hands and tugging his shirt up so he could skitter his nails over bare skin instead. 2d’s skin twitched and trembled with each sweep of his fingers as if he were being electrocuted. “Besides, you’re laughing way more than before, so you must like this spot.”
2d resorted to shaking his head weakly, the only thing he could think to do to deal with the addictingly unbearable sensations crawling over his skin. “T-Thahat’s not, ahaha, why I-I’m lahahahaughing!” He nearly fell off the couch when Murdoc’s hands traveled just a tad lower, tracing over his waistline. “EheehEAHA tohohoo mUHUHUCh! Stahahahap!”
Murdoc quickly retracted his hands, leaving the other reeling from the sudden transition. “Sorry. I didn’t… well, I didn’t realize how far I’d gone. Are you… er... okay?”
2d nodded breathlessly, leftover giggles crinkling the corners of his eyes and leaving his face flushed with mirth. The sight made Murdoc feel uneven, like the floor had shifted out from under him and he was struggling to find a new footing. “Yeah. It just tickled. A lot. You’re really good at that.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t have to be good, you’re ticklish enough that all I have to do is poke you and you’re a mess,” Murdoc said wryly, giving a quick demonstration. 2d jerked underneath him, nervous laughter slipping out already and further proving the his point. “See?”
2d scoffed in embarrassment, but it was clear he wasn’t really irritated.
“Do you want to stop then?” Murdoc asked, a tad awkwardly. He wasn’t sure how these sorts of things were supposed to go down. Before, he had always left in a huff once they’d hit the aftermath; he’d never made it this far before. “I know Noodle’s been hounding me about practice if you wanted to head downstairs and work on something.”
“No! I mean—” 2d coughed, forcing his voice back to something more normal. “That is, uh, if you wanted. We could. You know. Keep going. For a bit.”
“I thought you said to stop.”
“Yeah, but only for a break.” 2d shrugged sheepishly. “I never meant I wanted to stop for real.”
“Oh.” Murdoc tried to keep the smile off of his own face for fear of it giving away his own excitement at the proposition. “Yeah, I guess we could, if you wanted.”
Moments later, laughter bounced across the walls of the apartment once more, limbs and fingers flying on the couch as Murdoc set about the task of destroying his bandmate. The squirmy feeling in his gut was still there, as well as the incredibly annoying but growing urge to capture the last of his giggles with his own mouth, but he decided he would deal with that at a later date.
Or not. He hadn’t decided yet.
For now, he shoved the feeling down and devoted his attention back on 2d and the terribly effective spot under his arms.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gorillaz
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Murdoc Niccals/Stuart "2D" Pot
Characters: Stuart "2D" Pot, Murdoc Niccals
Additional Tags: I don't really like 2doc because I think its a bit too much you know, but I felt the urge to write this, this is my first Gorillaz fanfic ever and probably my last?, we'll see, there's no sex in this one just general ramblings and some sadness
Summary:
"Sometimes, at night, 2-D would lay on his bed in his bedroom and listen to Kong sleep. After Murdoc came back, pretended to be good until he wasn't and was almost left stranded in Plastic Beach, he still wondered why he decided to save him."
#gorillaz#gorillaz fanfic#gorillaz fanfiction#2doc#fanfic#fanfiction#howl the poem references#I am trash#I will not apologize#archive of our own#ao3#fanfiction writer#writeblr#fanficblr
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need help finding fics!
I remember these really great fics I read back in 2017/8? It was on ao3 and I’ve been looking for them for ages, can anyone help?
- fic #1: set during phase 4? 2doc, it starts with 2d sitting on a couch watching a horror movie and murdoc then stumbles in, drunk. there’s then some rlly good fluff n dialogue, a description of murdoc biting 2d’s neck? murdoc then stops, ending sadly. 2d then walks him back to bed. the ending is bittersweet if I remember.
- fic #2: on ao3, 2doc, set during phase 2, set in murdoc’s winnebago. he is drunk and/or high and experiencing hallucinations, he imagines 2d and him getting intimate and almost sexual but I think he breaks out of it before anything actually happens.
#my post#gorillaz#2doc#2d#murdoc#murdoc niccals#stuart pot#gorillaz fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#help
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Hello i have read your entire collection of fics and i gotta say. Wow . what a Talent for the Grime. im not a 2doc girlie unfortunately but I've been softened. won over. I can now see 2doc and go "well that's very interesting. I wanna see where this author goes w it" instead of the general feeling of he would Not fucking say that. bc the truth isthat maybe he would . say those things he says in your fics etc. You understand. Most of all i have an appetite for grime and i have had it Saciated. i saved the plastic beach fics for the end bc i knew they'd be the ones id be more predisposed 2wards and while i was right i will say -> paula fic sweep. i love ms cracker she's such a cunt. as a dyke well all i can say is come 2 bed sweetheart your horrible mean gross standoffish attitude is wasted on a rockstar like stuart. I haven't read a hotter woman in a while Congrats. um but yeah also the plastic beach fics i left some comments bc oysters got to me Bad i never fully felt the impact of plastic beach from a murdoc perspective w such INCISIVENESS and POWER just the fucking spiraling horror of putting yourself in that position out of desperation and PRIDE??? god. GOD. and then the fic you have pinned. the fic that.made me check out your ao3. god . ive been in bad relationships that hurt me greatly and i had to keep seeing the.person. It was So cathartic. the mixing of 2ds identity w murdocs the enmeshment the. The
sorry 4.the.long ask im a little drunk but you HAVE to know you have got a NEW BIG FAN
i wanna see.more of your noodle and cyborg noodle :( noodlez mean so much 2me and 2d and noodle in seething coast got to me so fucking bad. russ' small role also got me weeping but not as much as 2d and bday girl noodle ending did. your 2d is perhaps the most interesting read ive seen on the character so far .
This message brought so much joy to my night, as did your comments on AO3! I apologize for my lateness; I absolutely intend to respond to them over there (as far as my intentions go for the foreseeable future I will always respond to comments or asks, so long as anyone is kind enough to stop by! It just takes a few days sometimes, whoops) but I'm so enchanted by the ephemeral nature of the drunk message, I've got to let you know I've seen it, haha.
I love the sentence "unfortunately, I am not a 2Doc girlie" as it feels quite backwards from the other side of it. I would say, being someone who has written exclusively 2Doc stories for their fanfiction career and runs a bizarrely devoted 2Doc blog years longer than they ought to have, being a 2Doc girlie is an unfortunate thing to be. I wouldn't blame you having apprehensions! If you can believe it, when I got into Gorillaz I would avoid the shipping element altogether and skip past any 2Doc that popped up along my way; I also felt a sense of... neutrality to profound disinterest toward it, and had things gone differently after I may have bowed out without any lasting words exchanged and moved forward along the fandom line, as so many do. I felt some sense of shame, I think, to admit I was reshaping the characters by my own wants, but I accept now that this is what Gorillaz fandom is; the nearer to canon one can go in tone, the better, but there's a point where the road forks (splinters into four forks, and four more further down, really) and for the sake of your own stability and consistency, you have to make a decision about that character's path. Anyway, sorry, I'm rambling! Hopefully that doesn't bore you to tears, but your message made me think about it all again, and I enjoy doing so!
Thank you for reading everything, good gravy, it's a tall order and I'm just-- I am beyond flattered. I am beyond humbled. I am moderately embarrassed by some of the early writing, but I'm incredibly touched nonetheless. I am especially grateful for Paula to make her way into a loving home, biting and spitting all the way. Stuart is not and will never be equipped for the job. ("It's rotten work, especially if it's you," only Paula's not asking him to do it and she's sure as shit not offering it in return. God, I love that woman.)
Thank you. I don't know if it's too sappy and too sincere to say, but I think we grow in sincerity, I think we are emotionally and mentally fed by honesty even to a degree of discomfort, and so I swallow that embarrassment and say... you naming those stories, sharing your thoughts, sharing with me a connection and a sense of caring for Oysters, Ampersands, Seething Coast-- the stories that I cared most for, stories that drew the most from myself even when I tried to obscure it, stories that still sit close to the breast-- that is special. That really means more to me than a comical reply can express. I'm really glad that these scenes meant something to you and that they get to live in another person. That's the horror and the prize of writing, it's the thing you dread doing wrong and losing in the void; but to hear months or years later that it's found someone, and they felt something for it, and they're not embarrassed for you that you've stumbled through making something like this from these characters, that's all you can dream of. That's everything. It matters very much. I can't say I have anything new on the horizon for Noodle (...and I can't say what I have done in the past few months is anywhere near cresting the horizon) but this message gets my heart thu-thumping and has me mulling her over. Maybe one day we can revisit the mess again. If you'd like to listen, this song always makes me think of Stu and Noodle, specifically on that illusion of solid ground in the years after Plastic Beach. I listened to it sometimes to get in the mood to write them.
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Me and two friends chatting about old fanfiction we read back then, when we were all kinda edgy pre-teens
My best friend: Leo, that sounds a lot like fanfiction you'd read but also probably write
Me, obviously joking: 2doc enemies to lovers plastic beach fanfiction when?
My best friend: Write it. Give me something new, something creative, something innovative, something that makes me want more but I still kinda hate
Me: ...I mean- I could get it done until the end of the week if you really, really want it-
My best friend: Perfect, I know nothing about these characters but I want to read this now c:
My other friend: Yeah, hit us with what you got!
...remind me to keep my mouth shut next time. I don't even ship it, it was just a joke 😭😭😭
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I swear when you're trying to think of Headcanons your brain is just empty 😔
But, hi, I like 2doc, I can't draw, but I can write, so, naturally, I've written fanfiction about them too, so, if you want someone to spill your headcanons or ideas to, my inboxs virtually always open
✌️
After I'm off work I'm gonna be taking up this offer and sending you hcs cause I have so many in my brain and like nobody to talk to them about !!!!!
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Title: And Then There Were Stars
Rated: T
Relationship: Murdoc/Stu
Summary: Stu and Murdoc are getting frisky when Stu notices Murdoc has some tattoos
Notes: This is a fic that is based on strayzband's au, where Stu has the background of Russel and Murdoc the background of 2d.
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It's that time of year again!! Kinktober 2021 and I'm here with some requested prompts this year!
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I'm a. doodler!
#gorillaz#2d#gorillaz fanart#gorillaz murdoc#murdoc#gorillaz 2d#gorillaz noodle#2doc#2d x murdoc#drawing#2doc fanfiction#gorillaz 2doc#2doc fanart#noodle#noodle x ace#ace#gorillaz ace#doodle
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Last fic of 2020, come get some Murdoc processing his trauma after Song Machine!
#2doc#2doc fanfiction#it's more murdoc-centric but still#beck's fics#i'm very pleased i finished this in time for the new year!
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