#2-d fluff

9.13.17 Period Imagine: 2-D: Gorillaz Are You Okay? Includes: gender neutral, fluff *I couldn’t help but write this with the mindset of how 2-D talks and stutters, so of course, the English is gonna be so screwed up and it’s gonna be British as fuck, but hey, that’s my boo ---

“Bloody hell!” you wake up to your boyfriend cursing, yanking the blankets off of you, holding his face in his hands. You just groan and reach for the sheets.

“2-D,” you whine. “What are you making such a fuss about?” You assumed he had probably seen a spider crawling in the sheets or something like that. He was often afraid of small things. You groggily sit up in bed, yawning, but then feeling something warm and wet in between your legs. Shit. It was that time of the month again, wasn’t it?

“Are y-you dying?” his face paled and you struggled to wake up, still dead tired. “What’s wif all the blood? Are you alright? S-should I call the ambulance?”

“I’m alright,” your face flushed, embarrassed. “It’s just uh, just my period sweetheart.”

“Your what?” he tilted his head to the side, innocent black eyes staring at you, confused. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was.

“My period,” you explained. “I get a menstrual cycle every month you know.”

“A what?” he looked even more confused and you rolled your eyes.

“Nobody ever told you about periods?” you stifled a laugh.

“Well I uh, I-I think I saw it once, in a movie or som’fn,” he scratched the back of his head, confuzzled.  “I know a bit about it.”

“I’m not dying,” you explained. “I’m actually quite alright. Just hurts a bit. Lots of cramps. And mood swings. And chocolate cravings.”

“I can get you choc’late,” he quickly offered. “If you want sum.”

“Okay,” you gave a soft smile. “I’d like that.”

“An’ I can do the laundry,” he nodded. “You just uh, y-you rest up. On the couch. I’ll turn on the telly and fix you some tea.”

“You sure?” you raise an eyebrow, flattered by how sweet he was.

“Course,” he grinned a toothy smile. “Anything for you, y/n.” He gave you a kiss on the head before bunching up the stained blankets on the floor, tugging off the dirty bedsheets, and carrying it to the laundry room. You took a quick warm shower and then curled up on the couch in a blanket, seeing as 2-D had already queued up your favorite show on Netflix, making you smile. And of course, there was a warm cup of tea on the table for you, along with a note reading ‘I hope you feel better soon’ with a smiley face and his name. You loved your boyfriend so much, and although you had only been dating for a couple months, he had proved to be the sweetest guy you’d ever meet.

“Is that you?” you called out when you heard the front door swing open.

“It’s me,” he replied, stumbling into the living room carrying a bunch of bags. You widened your eyes.

“What’d you do? Buy the entire store?” you laughed.

“N-no,” he shook his head and put down the bags on the table. “I just thought I might get you som’fn. To cheer you up. Since you feel shitty.”

“Alright,” you chuckled softly. “I do love gifts.”

“Here,” he pulled out a bouquet of roses, making you gush.

“Oh baby, you didn’t have to,” you felt so overwhelmed.

“I want’d to,” he insisted. “I got some more stuff too.” He handed you your favorite sweets, a box of cookies, a bunch of candy bars, and even some bath bombs and candles.

“Why’d you pamper me so much?” you wondered.

“Cause I love you,” he shrugged.

“Come here,” you sighed, patting down on the couch so he could cuddle up beside you and join you curled up in the blanket. “I love you so much, baby.” You kissed him softly, tangling your fingers in his bright blue hair, smiling against his lips. When you pulled away, he gave a soft smile as well.

“So, are you okay?” he raised an eyebrow.