#2-d x reader

So slight mentions of y/n and s/o and this is my first ever post like this so pls no hate and english isn't my first language xx

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of

SH.

ABUSE .

PILLS.

* likes to sofly bite your shoulder for fun

*undiagnosed autistic seen as weird in elementary

*older noodle does 2ds brows

*still falls for the fake pregnancy emails they had in phase 1-2

* always doing something like song writing or plays with his guitar at 3am while never sleeping

(has bpd from murdoc and stolkholms, mixed or black and while views on him, hates murdoc or loves him ykwim?)

they used to be more look absorbed in phase 1-2 & that's why they were so masc. Until murdoc was in jail and embraced their inner fem in a way with humility and the tiny shorts noodle gave him they mentioned in the almanac

always adjusting how they sit

sitting weird

horrible posture

Yeah.. this is the first Gorillaz fanfic I’ve ever written and it’s a even 1,500 words! Hope you enjoy!

(Edit: I've have made some changes to make it read better, also some grammatical ones. I have also made it gender neutral!)

     I slowly tune in to my loud ass alarm. Turning over, I reach my arm over to find my phone before it wakes up 2-D as well. The man needs his sleep too, I finally reach my phone. Pulling it toward me as I push my body up, I turn off the alarm and check for any messages, emails, etc. none as far as I can see.

     I put my phone in my lap, looking over at 2-D, my goodness, he looks so peaceful when he's not getting beat over the head with a shoe. I lean over to his side of our bed and kiss him on the forehead, he shifts a bit and I see him smile. I feel myself grin at the sight. I lift the blanket from my legs and turn to the side slowly to give my body enough time to adjust. I just then realize; fuck I'm still squinting. I reach over and grab my glasses while I'm standing up.

     I stretch my arms out, yawning, I did not want to get up today, but I got stuff to do. I turn back to 2-D and go over to his side of the bed. I lift the covers off of him slightly, I softly rub his arm trying to gently wake him. "Babe?", He cracks open his eyes, clearly adjusting to the sunlight lighting up the room. 2-D gives a short moan/sigh before responding.

     "Yes, Love?"

     "I have to pick-up some stuff for the house today, but I'm gonna take a shower first, when you really wake up and the water is still running, it's me, so don't worry" I whisper to him.

     "Alright, can I go back to sleep now?" he asks with a slight smile. I give a small chuckle at that.

     "Yes you can" I respond softly, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek, I see his smile get bigger as he turns a bit more and nuzzles against the pillow. Going back to the main part of our shared room, I put out my outfit I'm going to wear out, I grab my brush, my towels and head into the bathroom. Turning on the water, taking off my clothes, I get in and start my process.

     Soon enough, since it's wash day, I go to grab my shampoo bottle, I pick it up but I notice something. "Huh, it's almost empty just like my body wash, that's weird, maybe 2-D has been using it... well better add it to the list" I think aloud.

     After I'm done in the shower, turn off the water grab my towel, wrapping around me, while getting the other one and I start crunching my hair. Stepping out of our bathroom I see 2-D still sleeping. I finish drying off and get dressed. I grab my phone, wallet, and my keys, I rub 2-D on his leg for one last sign of affection before I left for my grocery (and other essentials) shopping trip for the entire house.

     Living with 4 other people, especially if they are a band, can be very tiring...and expensive.

 (I hate doing this but) 2-D’s POV (This takes place maybe like an hour later)

     My brain is yelling at me to get up, and I have to listen so I open up my eyes, squinting to help my eyes adjust to the light, I was about to pick my nose but then I remember how Y/N would tell me not to do it because it’s bad for me, so I put my tongue back my mouth. Speaking of Y/N, where are they? I turn to look at their side of our bed, where did they go? I feel myself frown and get up off our bed.

     I see some of Y/N clothes scattered across the floor, then I heard the shower turn on. My eyes widen, my brain slowly connecting the dots. Y/N’S IN THE SHOWER!! My big brain immediately thought of something. I SHOULD SCARE THEM! I quickly grab my clown mask and put it on, tip toeing toward our washroom door. Maaaaaaaaan I’mma get them soooo good! :)

     I slowly open the door, making sure I’m as quiet as possible. Turing my head toward the shower seeing their figure move across our shower. I quietly creep up to the curtain and as fast as lightening I pulled the curtain back! “BOO-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” my happy face quickly turn into a horrified one as I see a naked Murdoc in our shower! I quickly slide back almost falling, turning to run out of the room screaming! I run and jump into Y/N and I’s bed, hiding under the covers.

               (Again I hate doing this but…) Y/N’s POV

     I turn my key into the lock and open the door. Thank goodness I got everything we need. I enter the kitchen, my hands full of groceries, I was just about to call one of the others to help me put them away, but before that I heard a scream from upstairs. I immediately drop everything make a mad dash upstairs. Somehow knowing that it came from 2-D and I’s room, I make a left down the to see the door open, a lump under our covers, with the bathroom door open as well. I quickly ran into the room to see what was going on, checking the bed first, I pull the covers off to see 2-D curled up into a ball. “Stuart what’s going on” I say a little louder than I mean to. He slowly looks up at me.

     “mur-mur-murdoc” he mumbles out. Though I can barely hear

     “What about Murdoc, Stu?” I now calmly ask.

     “He’s in our washroom…” He shakily replies. I quickly understood what had just occurred. I calmly rub his back and decide to deal with this myself. I turn to leave for the bathroom, but I feel 2-D grab my hand. “Please don’t leave” he pleads, looking up at me with sad eyes. My goodness he is just too adorable.

     “Don’t worry Stu, I’ll be right back, I just have to deal with our…situation” My eyes toward the door then going back to him giving a sympathetic look. 2-D loosens his grip on me.

     “Alright love” he whispers to me. I give him a loving pat before heading toward the bathroom. I reach the door, I take a deep breath in before peeking my head in. To see Murdoc slightly covered with the shower still on and USING MY SHAMPOO?!

     “MURDOC NICCALS, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” I yell at him. He quickly drops the bottle before turning to look at me.

     “uhm, taking a shower?” He responds very calmly acting like there was nothing wrong with the situation at hand. I take another step in the bathroom, I pinch the bridge of my nose, pushing my glasses up at the same time.

     “Uhm! I am seeing many things wrong with what I see right now” I say as I began to list them out. “1! You are in 2-D and I’s bathroom, 2! You're using my products, AND 3! You don’t seem phased by anything that just happened!” I loudly list out. Murdoc gives me a shrug.

     “Should I be reacting in a certain way?” He asks blatantly. I was a little taken aback.

     “Alright, here is what is going to happen. You are going to dry off, take your clothes, leave my bathroom, never come back in here again” I say glaring at him. “And when you are clothed, you will come back to our bedroom and apologize to Stuart, do you understand me?” I ask firmly. He gawks at me; he then mumbles something under his nasty breath. “Come again?” I say putting a hand behind my ear to hear him better.

     “Fine!” he snaps at me. I leave the bathroom satisfied, I look over at my bed to see Stu sitting up staring intently at me, his eyes widened. I walk over to him and climb up on our bed and over to him. I cup his face in my hands.

     “Babe, are you okay?” I question looking deep into his darkened eyes.

     “I’m doing better now love” He says softly at me, with a full semi-toothed smile he brings one of his hand up to cover mine. I raise an eyebrow.

     “Then why were you having a staring contest with the door?” I ask tilting my head slightly. I see his cheeks redden.

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.

This is by far the longest I have ever kept a request in my inbox and anon, HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I SORRY FOR THIS. No, seriously I fucked up. I was attempting to write this three times and each time I got to like… 400 words and realized that it was utter shit. THIS TIME I am semi fine with how it turned out so I’m uploading it.

This was also the last request I had pending but I can’t yet open them since my friend from school wanted me to write her an imagine about Hank Mccoy from the x-men so that’s what I’ll be doing for probably the rest of the week :/

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: Some sexual innuendos but it’s barely 2 sentences.

Y/F/N if your friend’s name

“Aww c'mon Y/N, it’ll be fun I promise!” Your friend chirped in your ear, trying to convince you to come to some concert with her. She’s been praising them for over an hour now, determined to make you come. She was saying how awesome their music is, how great the people are and something about a…. Satanist? And about some possessed guy? You were hella confused by now but to be honest… You were starting to give up.

“What even is that band anyways? I have no clue what they even do.” You Sighed sipping your tea and typing away on your laptop.

“They’re great, I’m telling you. Besides, after the show we can go get some drinks at a bar nearby.” She wiggled her brows at you. You glanced up at her and smiled shyly. “Ah see? There we go. It can be our…. Ladies night.” She skipped around the room and put on her shoes. “I think you’re going to like the frontman. He’s… Your type.”

“What do you mean my type? I don’t have a type…” You look up from your computer slightly offended by her tone.

“Mmmm yeah you do.” She grinned and left your flat in a victorious prance. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. How in the hell were you supposed to say no to her?

______

You looked at yourself in the mirror and pouted. You turned to your friend.

“Be honest, do I look like a slut?” She looked up from her phone and glanced over you.

“Yeah, you look like you’re ready to gobble up some reaaal cock.” You scoffed at her and blushed. She giggled. “Just kidding! You look perfect. I mean, I’d tap the shit out of you.”

“Jesus Christ Y/F/N…” You turned back to the mirror.

“Hey, you wanted me to be honest, I was honest. Besides, you said it like being a slut is a bad thing. C'mon everyone likes sluts. The only people that don’t, don’t get any.” She said and stood up. She walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Look at my girl. Finally leaving the house for once in her god damn life.” You huffed and pushed her away. She snorted and pranced out of the room. “C'mon slut, the cab’s here.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your purse, following her outside.

______

You were already hot and sticky. A crowd of people surrounded you as you all waited for the band to come on stage. Y/F/N stood next to you, all giddy and stuff, way more excited than you. To be honest, you were so regretting this… You were dreaming of coming back home and never going on a concert like this ever again.

The hall went black. Music started playing and some time later a group of four entered the stage. It was still all black but judging from the silhouettes at least one of them was a definite girl.

A very much british sounding voice started to greet the crowd and say some random stuff you didn’t honestly care about, still mentally far, far away in the warmth of your bed.

The lights went back on and only then did the scene grab your attention.  Your eyes skipped from person to person trying to see as much as you could through the sea of hands. Indeed, as you predicted, one of them was a girl. Pretty one I’m fact. The drummer was a slightly heavier, dark skinned man with completely white eyes but a really nice smile. The frontman, standing behind the microphone had blue hair and…. Pitch black eyes. No iris… Just pitch black. You were confused… Was this the guy Y/F/N was talking about? And lastly, the bassist. He had jet black hair and he was… He was just straight up green.  It could’ve been body paint but… It looked so real??

Minutes later the proper concert started and no joke… You were blown away. The music was great just as your friend told you. It had nice melodies a practically every song was different from the other. The blue haired boy was a great singer and since the first song, you couldn’t get your eyes off of him. It was like he was putting you in some sort of trance like state. The way he sang, especially the slower songs made you putty and for god’s sake you swear you locked stares with him for a second.

You sort of knew that Y/F/N was looking at you and smirking, but you chose to ignore it an not give her the satisfaction she wanted.

___

“See? I bloody told you you’ll like the guy didn’t I?” Y/F/N skipped next to you, on your way to some pub nearby. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, who told you I like him?” She huffed.

“Y/N… I saw it in your eyes. You were UNDRESSING him with them.” You punched her arm.

“I was not!”

“Sure lady, lie to yourself as much as you like but I know what you’ll be doing after you come back home and who’s name you will be moaning at night…” You groaned.

“Y/F/N, please.”

“Oh. so you’re not denying it?”

“Yes of course I’m denying it!” She laughed. You two entered a pub that was just around the block from the place where the concert took place. It was a bit crowded but not that much and you found a table easily.

“So, you sit here, look pretty and try to scoop out some hot peeps kay? I’ll get the drinks.” Your friend said and left you on your own. Some time later she came running back, with no drinks but the biggest grin on her face. She slammed her hands on the table. “Forget the hot peeps, I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” You were confused bit didn’t even have time to ask questions before getting tugged through the group of people by your wrist. Somewhere in the distance you saw a glimpse of blue hair and you immediately stopped, pulling Y/F/N back a step. “Y/N?!”

“Please don’t do this to me.” You said and tried to pull away.

“Oh come on Y/N! He’s a great guy, I talked to him. He said it’s okay to introduce you! Please, come!” You cringed at the thought of having to speak with a stranger like that but in the end succumbed to her.

You stopped in front of the guy from before. You clutched onto Y/F/N’s hand and hid behind her back. She tapped his shoulder and pushed you forward a bit.

“Hey so this is the chick I’ve been telling you about. Her name is Y/N and she’s pretty damn cool and she’s been looking at you the whole evening so yeah. I’m just gonna leave you two now and I gotta blast!”  She said, seemingly in one breath only before letting go of your hand and jogging away.

“Wh- Y/F/N??” You called out to her.

“Gotta blast!” She giggled and gave you the thumbs up before running out the building. You were speechless and frozen in place.

“What the…” You whispered.

“Your friend is really… Jumpy isn’t she?” Blue haired guy said. You felt yourself grow hot. What were you supposed to do now?

“I uh… Yeah…” You turned to him. “Listen… I’m sorry for this I uh… Won’t ruin your fun and I’ll just leave okay? Great show by the way I’m a fan-” Just as you were going to leave, you felt a big hand grab your.

“Oh, no please stay.” You blushed and looked down. Your hand was intertwined with his, bigger one. He noticed you staring and pulled it away. “Sorry. No but seriously, stay. I’d love to chat a bit with you Y/N.” You kept silent for a second before sitting down next to him awkwardly.

And you chatted. A lot in fact. You talked about everything and anything and nothing and the conversation didn’t seem to want to end to the point where his band mates left and he stayed with you. Finally after an hour or so you decided to go home and Stu - that you just learned, has volunteered to walk you home.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Ya smoke?” He asked. You shook your head and continued to walk alongside him. “So… Which song did ya like the most?”

“Hmm? Oh. I liked a lot of them similarly. I really liked the slow kinda sad one. Busted and…. Blue?” He smiled.

“Yup. That’s the one.” He looked at the moving ground and sighed happily. There was a pause where you were both just walking silently when suddenly you heard a faint voice sing. “Where does it come from?When everything was outsideBusted and Blue”.  You glanced as in awe at Stu who started to silently sing. He looked up at you and smiled shyly.

You got that feeling again. That warm flutter in your belly that made you all giddy inside. Your legs felt like they were made out of jelly, ready to give out at any moment.

“All my life

All my lifeBeam a lightOn me I am a satelliteAnd I can’t get back without you.” The way he looked at you when he sang that, although the thought was completely foolish and almost certainly wrong, made you feel like he sang it to you specifically. That probably wasn’t true, given that you just met a few hours ago but you liked to think it was. You blushed at the thought and continued to listen and walk along silently.

He finished not long after. You grinned and clapped a couple times.

“Bravo. That was great! Honestly I’m kind of angry I didn’t discover you guys earlier.” Stu chuckled.

“You seem pretty nice. Nicest person I’ve met in a while actually.” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. Well I mean… I live with a guy that fractured both me eyes and kidnapped me a couple times. On top of that he’s generally pretty mean. Real bastard that one. He’s green too.” He turned his head over to you. “Uh, you a'ight?” Your mouth has fallen agape and you were speechless. “Luv?” You closed your mouth.

“Sorry I was just… You… Actually live with that person? And you didn’t do anything about the abuse?”

“Well, no…”

“D- Stuart…. Do you know how much money you can win in court after all that guy has done? Why didn’t you sue him yet??” You were almost shaking in anger. How did he manage to not do anything all these years?

“I uh… You know, he was in jail once. Besides he’s been through some tough stuff too. He’s not that bad really. Jus bad temper. He really loves Noodle though. Seriously, she’s like a daughter to him. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy if he was gone.” Stu said and looked at you with a soft smile.

“But… Okay, what about moving?”

“Wha bout it?”

“Well, why can’t you just move away? At least you wouldn’t be living in the same house as that guy.” Stu chuckled.

“Maybe someday…” He sighed. “Is your place far away?” He asked.

“No actually, just around the corner.” You pointed in the distance to the big building where you lived.

“Oh. I’m kind of sad actually. I enjoyed your company t'night.” He admitted.

“So did I!” You replied.

A minute or so later you were there, by your door.

“So uh… See you soon I guess.” Stu said.

“Hopefully!” You said cheerfully.

“Hey uh actually… Can I get your number? I’d really love to see you again.” You agreed and quickly exchanged numbers before, 2d had to leave. You came back to your flat and immediately flopped in the bed, screaming into your pillow.

____

You got a text from Stu, early in the morning. It was a video.

“Hello Y/N! It’s Stuart Pot, recording from the studio. I’m currently doing audio for a new song I made myself and it’s called Sleeping po-” He got cut of by a voice you recognized as Murdoc.

“Aye, faceache!We got work to do!” 2d turned around and yelled

No worries, I love these song requests from you! Keep them coming!

Stuart used to think that rainy days were pointless and gloomy–something that kept people inside and made the sky turn a hazy, dark shade of blueish grey. But as he got older he realized that although the rain was dismal at first glance, if you looked closer you’d see that it does more good than harm. It waters plants, hydrates animals, and clears the air of humidity.

He was starting to think the same way about thunderstorms now, too.

With his head resting on your shoulder and a hand softly gripping at your inner thigh, 2-D assumed that there always a silver lining to any storm ever–especially this one. Because even though with each deafening thunderclap the entire house shook on its old, rusty hinges, Stuart was still able to do his favorite thing in the world: spend time with you. Just you. No outside distractions, no random beatings from an aggravated Murdoc, just the two of you together sitting in a dark room by a dark window, watching raindrops gracelessly fall from the sky, hitting the glass window pane with a soft pitter-patter. The small clear orbs seemed so weightless as they tumbled down from the heavens above, not caring what they landed on. Not caring about anything but hitting the ground.

Before he met you, Stuart had been out of the dating game for years–it wasn’t entirely his fault, though. It was more of a combination of thinking that maybe he wouldn’t be good enough for someone else, or maybe Murdoc would woo them away, again. Sure, 2-D had shagged a couple of birds in the years between you and Paula; more women than he’d like to admit, actually–but that was besides the point. 2-D never considered any of those people to be real relationships. Murdoc told him they were “one night stands” and called him a playboy. Russel said they were booty calls. Noodle said he should stop ignoring those poor people after they shagged. She called him dirty.

But you were different. His mind didn’t immediately wander off and think about how good your body would feel pressed up against his. Instead, he wondered what your favorite color was, and also wondered where feelings like these came from. Sirens amplified in his mind warning him not to get sucked in, not to succumb to his natural desire of human interaction–but Stuart couldn’t help it. His heart felt like it went to other worlds when he was with you. You suddenly sparked something he thought was dead long ago, and now that he had it back, he wasn’t going to let it tumble back into the dark cavern that was his mind.

“Stuey!” An excited voice exclaimed, snapping the frontman out his thoughts and back into reality. “Did you see it? The lightning? It lit up the whole sky!” For a second, Stuart looked at you in shock, still trying to process what happened, where he was, and why he wasn’t still picturing the day both of your paths crossed. “Uh– yeah, yeah! I did. It was s’big, biggest one a’tha lightning bolts I’ ever seen.” You grinned at him lopsidedly, slowly shaking your head. “I knew it, you were dozing off again. There wasn’t any lightning, you silly. I was just seeing if you were totally out of it or just a little out of it.” Stuart just smiled again, entwining a piece of your hair though his fingers. God, he was so happy you were real. You were real and you weren’t going to leave him because he knows you love him and he loves you too. “Sometimes,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his nose. “I feel like your some sort of satellite stuck up in space and you can’t get back down to earth with out me, you know? Like I’m some sort of signal.”

Stuart grin simmered down a little as he entrapped himself in thought again–but this time it wasn’t about you. It was about everything around you. Everything you’ve said. The storm would start it, since it started this whole conversation with you, which started his though process in the first place. Then what he remembered about how it felt to meet you for the first time–how he had no idea where in the universe his feelings came from, how the sirens in his mind amplified when he thought that maybe, just maybe, the two of you could have a life together, and how he felt like he had traveled to other worlds whenever you were around. Then he’d sing about the rain and how it fell so weightlessly from the sky, how it hit whatever it wanted and then fell off a body just as weightlessly before making contact with the ground. That was it. He had to tell Murdoc they had their new single–the one he’s been trying to think up for days on end now. And 2-D had the perfect name for it.