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Headcanons of the band with an s/o who has a bad habit of biting her lip alot and pulling the skin on it which causes bleeding? Ur blog is fucking amazing btw

Oh worm? A bad habit of mine. ajhsfbhjafb Many thanks darlin’!

2D:

Did someone say snap? Because you were both as bad as each other, gnawing on your otherwise soft lips till they were painfully sore, or worse, chapped.

Whenever you’d walk into a room with blood on your mouth, Stu would immediately question if you were alright, examining your face like an overly protective parent till you told him the truth about your compulsion with ripping dead skin from off of your lip. 

The two of you end up buying a lot of stim chewing necklaces. Like- a lot. As in, you have a whole bedside draw dedicated to them. Worth it.

If 2D caught sight of your bored/anxious related habit, he’ll be sure to remind you to stop for your sake. Of course, you do the same for him in return.

Murdoc:

There were surely plenty of other much, much worse habits to have than biting your lip, so Murdoc wouldn’t pay much mind to your obsession unless you told him that you planned on quitting.

Can’t find a way to distract yourself? Muds has got you covered. Besides, who else couldn’t think of anything better than keeping those plush lips of yours busy with his own.

Dropping an addictive habit isn’t easy, he knows that so very well. So when the time does come up that you wish to stop, this man doesn’t mind at all in watching you like a hawk, cracking down on you before teeth can even so much as touch skin.

Noodle:

Biting her nails down to barely nothing shared it’s similarities with your own predicament, as cuts turning up weren’t without risk of infection, which both of you learned the hard way.

Always insisted that kisses helped, which they certainly did, as you’d began anticipating those quick pecks enough to divert attention away from nibbling.

Noodle wasn’t just your partner anymore, she was now the certified human vending machine for gum to give when you felt an urge to chew. You’re not even sure where she hides it most of the time, it’s like pure magic.

She makes the thoughtful decision to purchase chap-stick which leaves a foul taste in your mouth if you chew. Though, you only agree to wear it if she in turn wears Mavala.

Russel:

Just like 2D, Russel would help out your case by investing in a load of chewing jewelry for you, picking out particular ones which would flawlessly blend in with your style.

The less chapped your lips were, the less you’d attack at them; luckily to this drummers advantage, he’d always carried an extra lip balm with him.

Would soon suggest that you see your dentist if your incessant chewing isn’t because of anxiety, just in case it was your mouth’s way of trying to realign misaligned teeth.

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I love your blog so much already!Your writing gives me life ✨

asgabsjasgjna I’m not on my phone, so please imagine so many god damn heart eye emoji’s. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

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heya!! i love your writing so much, you make 2D so sweet 💙💙my birthday's on sunday and i was hoping, could you please write 2D x reader where 2D does something extra fluffy cute for the reader's birthday? even if its just birthday cuddles 💙💙

Many thanks~! Oh and happy belated birthday, hope you have a great day, love.

Luck seemed to have blissfully wished itself on your special day today already, greeting you with gentle rays of sunshine through the gaps in the curtains along with the delightful smell of breakfast as you properly awoke from your dreams, into what essentially felt like another upon seeing your enchanting Stu-Pot; whom of which wasted no time in pouring copious amounts of love into each tooth-rotting, birthday kiss. “Mornin’, Gorgeous.” He grinned widely, highlighting that famous set of two missing front teeth. “Morning, Handsome.” You beamed back, reciprocating one last peck, then watched in genuine confusion as 2D got out from under the covers nearly fully clothed, making you snort with laughter. “Angel eyes, why- what?” Forming a sentenced proved difficult, as you slowly sat up giggling uncontrollably. “Wha’? I wanted to be there next to you when you woke up, but I had to finish-” Stuart caught himself just in the nick of time to promptly clamp a hand over his mouth, he didn’t want to accidentally spoil the surprise so he showed himself out before you’d even managed to get a single word out.

Stuart was still vividly on your mind, making you chuckle every so often, as you slowly but surely shimmied your way out of bed to get changed into the clothes someone had so neatly laid on the dresser; considering the giant cat shaped birthday button that took up half your chest, which had an attached sticky note with Noodle’s signature, it wasn’t hard to figure out who’d done this. Grinning from ear to ear, you gave yourself a quick once over in the mirror before heading downstairs, taking in deep lung fulls of the ever growing scent of Russ’ mouthwatering cooking. Once you’d actually reached the kitchen, you couldn’t help doing a dramatic double about how Murdoc was actually awake. “My god, he lives!” You exclaimed, causing both 2D and Noodle to snort into their respective drinks, while Murdoc merely buried his face further in his paper, flipping you off as you went to sit down. “Yeah. It’s an utter miracle, definitely one for the history books.” Russel added, earning an overly sarcastic laugh from the bassist, who put down his paper just to glare as you were handed picture perfect pancakes. “Thankyou Russ, you’re a real gem.” He smiled in return, picking up his mug of coffee as he leaned against the counter top, waiting for his own food to finish cooking. “Hey D, you spoiled the surprise yet?” 2D defensively crossed his arms, sporting a pout. “No!” 

Before you knew it the sun had began to set, leaving behind gradually dimming purples, pinks and blues in an all but cloudless sky, which tenderly blew breezes of warm air against your skin. Sighing contentedly, you stared back at the house, patiently waiting until you were given the go ahead from Noodle to be allowed inside again. Speak of the devil. “Come in!” Without hesitation you made your way towards the door. Though, no sooner had excited footsteps carried you in, did Russel’s drums alongside Murdoc’s bass rupture through your chest. Stunned to your spot, you could only watch in awe as Noodle slapped party hat’s on everyone, then dodge balloons littering the floor to get in place and join in with her guitar. “If I could take her down and run, then I’d call her.. ‘Cause she’s standing drama, she knows I’ll call her.. She’s getting on the sun and that she ordered..” Slight feedback rippled from the speakers, encouraging deep crimson to form on your cheeks. “She’s my serpentine, she’s my collar.. I send a message never call her.. And now I wanna taste another… And it’s safe in a persona, she’s my collar…” Gorillaz were actually playing for you, right in the middle of their living room, giving as much intoxicating energy as they would in front of a sea of thousands.

2D came over to you, wiping away tears from off of your blushing face.“Happy birthday, love~” He sang what remained of the lyrics directly into your ear, before using those grinning lips of his to take purchase with your own. Making both Russel and Noodle cheer, while Murdoc made fake gagging noises. 

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your writing is so amazing & poetic 💕

Ahhh~! Thankyou! It means a lot to hear that, you're so sweet, all of you are. 💙

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Ok can I just say...I love your url and your blog so much it gives me the actual will to live. It’s so beautiful. Anyways, can you do one with 2D and his s/o planning to settle down but 2D doesn’t want kids and is scared about his s/o’s reaction if he tells them. Turns out, they don’t want ‘em either!! (EXTRA FLUFF LEVELS PLS) Anyways yeah that’d be super cool, thank ya, love ya!!

Awh, thankyou love~! One extra helping of fluff coming your way.

Being with someone as imperfectly perfect as Stu, couldn’t scream any louder to you about the idea of taking that chance at living in your very own place with him. Not that living with the rest of the band didn’t feel like home already, as you certainly always felt welcome there no matter what. But, this idea on your mind was something you had set your heart on. “Bluebird, have you ever thought about us having our own place?” The question lingered in the air for a moment as you seated yourself on the windowsill opposite to 2D, who had paused from writing in his note book to watch droplets of rain take purchase on the window, before inevitably rolling down it. “Hm? Definitely, yeah..” This was one of those many times where you felt your heart only swell more for this blue haired angel sat across from you, musing over how his tongue found its place between the gap in his teeth again as he scribbled more rough notes. “What about having your own little friend running about the place?” Another long pause rang out, as you scrolled through your phone, gazing at the abundance of pictures as well as adoption sites for those particular ‘little friends’  you had mentioned, which you couldn’t stop yourself from fawning over.

“I-..” Focus turned onto you now, with not so subtle apprehension clear in his tone when he noticed that heartwarming smile plastered on your face, which he began worrying wouldn’t be there for much longer when he inevitably answered.  “‘m not sure about that, love..” You glanced up from the screen, pulling what you thought would be an obviously joking frown. “Why not? Don’t you like them?” He immediately put down his notebook, scooting closer to reassuringly place his hands on your thighs, which was for more his comfort than anything else. “No, no! I love ‘em, jus’ not right now, y’know? They- they’re so messy, an’- an’ they need so much attention. I- i- i can’t do tha’ while i’m on tour.” 2D continued to stumble over his words, as your expression turned into something of pure bewilderment; you didn’t know what to say, as you surely weren’t expecting such an over reaction to getting a puppy. “Stu, baby, it’s fine, calm down.” You placed your phone down, before cupping his anxiously flushed cheeks in the palm of your hands, rubbing soothing circles into them with your thumbs to at least return those then panicked white orbs back to their usual void black colour. “We don’t have to get a dog if you really don’t want one.” If Stuart relaxed anymore into your touch, you swear that you’d somehow managed to revert him into that comatose state he’d once had the unfortunate pleasure of being in, all from being acquainted with a certain bastard bass players car. “Fuckin’ ‘ell.. I thought you meant kids.” He sighed out, not stopping to think about how you’d react to that either, but any worries he had were tossed away instantly, when you suddenly began giggling as softly as the kisses you planted on his forehead. “Yeah, no thanks. I’d rather Murdoc stay with us than a kid.” 2D snorted. “There’s a difference?” Now both of you were laughing hysterically.

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I’m the anon that asked for the anxiety/panic attack thing(thank you by the way,I loved it!!). Could you do a little thing where 2d’s s/o calls him “Stu” for the first time and he so happy he cries a lot and can’t really focus on anything but that?

Ah, glad you liked! (I hope this is alright!)

Today happened to be one of those days where getting out of bed seemed near enough impossible. Not only because the heating was kept low to satisfy that green, cold blooded creature that resided in this house, but you were trapped within 2D’s cosy hold, with his adorable, drooling face huddled against your neck. Seeing that alone made you want to remain there, combing your fingers through his azure hair, while you stayed under those warm covers with him, but you knew full well he had band practice today. “Hey, 2D..?” You mumbled , planting gentle kisses to the side of his head, which earned nothing more than muffled grumbling. “2D.. Don’t you have practice today?” He only grasped you tighter hearing that, furrowing those bushy brows. 

Although you were reluctant to leave as much as he was, helping your boyfriend avoid being yelled at by that bastard bass player had become top priority at this point. “Don’t make this any more difficult that it has to be.” Stuart didn’t budge, keeping both of those void black eyes screwed shut. There would be nothing left for it, you had to do the one thing you knew would work, which neither of you were going to like. After a couple tries you’d managed to squirm out of bed, gripping hard at the covers as you did so, before yanking them off from on top of the blue haired singer, who’d already shot upright, glaring at you in annoyance. “I did warn you, Stu.” No sooner had his name left your lips, 2D’s features immediately softened, turning a deep, rosy pink. That was the first time you’d called him by his proper name, instead of that well known nickname everyone had come accustomed to address him by, leaving the poor man essentially speechless. “Stu, you okay?” Tears began welling in those beautiful black orbs of his, as he got onto his feet, embracing you tightly once again. “I love you, (y/n), so bloody much.” Instinctively you cuddled back, grinning from ear to ear. “I love you too, Stu.”

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Hello and welcome!May I request the gang comforting their s/o after an anxiety/panic attack?(if it’s too specific,just ignore it,but thank you by all matters!)

Hey there! You may, my dear. (I have these on the regular, no worries)

Noodle:

Having dealt with not only her own fair share of panic attacks, but the rest of the band’s. You can only expect she’s already fully prepared to console her partner to the best of her ability, which no doubt has no end.

She will go through breathing exercises with you straight away if the attack hasn’t fully passed, while either cuddling you or gently holding your hand, just in case you feel too claustrophobic/ over stimulated at that moment.

Kisses. So many comforting kisses. Noodle doesn’t give a flying fuck if you have snot running out of your nose like Niagara falls, your well being comes first.

If you want to talk about what caused it, she will happily sit with you for however long it takes. If not, that’s fine with her too, as long as she’s there with you.

Anything you need, she’ll get for you. Glass of water? ibuprofen? More sweet kisses? Done, done and done.

Murdoc: 

Not being a stranger to these kind of things is a given. Since he was a boy he’d dealt with them left right and center, only, he would always handle them on his own and using unhealthy coping mechanisms to do so.

He’s the embodiment of awkward at first, but after a moment to think he soon sets out a mental to do list for himself.

If tender kisses, cuddling and talking your ear off helps, he’s got you covered and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get even one meek smile or giggle out of you.

You can be sure if someone caused this, he’ll have them taken care of. No way is he having his lover in this state again.

Unashamed to make an ass out of himself for you, as he loves you dearly and trusts you to not tell anyone about that time one time he’d accidentally swallowed a squeaky toy.

Will be fully prepared to get you your favourite snacks, him included *wink wink* so you two can spend the rest of the day/ night relaxing. Any plans can wait, you come first.

Russel:

If after attending to everyone’s anxiety attacks- including his own- throughout the yearshas taught him anything, it’s that no one is the same with the way they deal with them. Your comfort takes priority, so you can say goodbye to anything remotely stressful.

He’ll give you space if you need it, though he will be always close by if you need him. However, if all you want is to be wrapped up in those big, strong arms, say no more. Russel will already have you enveloped in a loving death grip, which will be followed by downright cavity awarding smooches.

Nothing is too much when it comes to you, this man already has a ready and waiting stash of your favourite candies, incense- you name it! If anything is missing, just know that he’ll have made note to pick it up later.

Panic attacks can be exhausting, so when you do eventually doze off, the house will become library quiet. Russ won’t hesitate in stuffing the nearest pair of socks in Murdoc’s mouth.

When you’re feeling better, or just need some air, he’ll be more than willing to take a stroll till your head is clear. Refreshing you with comments about how wonderful you are the entire time.

2D:

Did someone call an expert? Because this blue haired celebrity know the ins and outs of panic attacks like the back of his hand, whether from the countless one’s he’s gone through, or many he’d dealt with.

Aiding his lover goes as smoothly as he sings, which he will in fact do for you. His mother sang whenever he felt under the weather, so he could only expect it would work out in this case too.

You are a tree and 2D is a six foot two koala who he isn’t letting go of any time soon, not if he can help it. So many attentive kisses you won’t even know what to do with..

Just like Murdoc, Stuart will yammer on about anything and everything, not bothered in the slightest if it’s embarrassing for him. You’re the light of his life, any tale of misfortune won’t put a dent in his devotion to you.

Nap? Food? Tablets? He’s on it like a car bonnet, you won’t have to worry about anything else while he’s there, because it will have already been taken care of for you.

Doesn’t matter what time it is, you two will end up eating junk food, even if that means going to a drive through to get something.

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Can I please have the honor of your first work and may I request each of the guys doing different hairstyles on my precious Noodle I would love to see your take on this

You may have that honor you funky little cowboy

Russel: 

You’d think a man with no hair would struggle, but no. you would be terribly wrong. 

Any hairstyle you could think of, Russel could perfect down to a T. Not a single hair would be out of place, not on his watch.

Noods will come out after a session with Russ, looking like she was ready to walk the red carpet. Regardless if they were only going shopping afterward.

Hands of an actual god. No tugging and certainly no coming out looking like Keith Richards *Coughs* 

Russ is so caring and passionate when doing hair, that often times Noodle will come to him when she’s feeling stressed/ low spirited, just to let him work his thing when he’s not busy. Of course he happily obliges.

Finding 2D and Noodle waiting outside his door for a “quick chat” suddenly becomes a hair appointment.

Personal hairstylist and go to. “Wow! Who did you hair” Noodle secretively taps her nose. She’ll never tell.

Loves giving his daughter pig tails, because she looks cute with them.

Murdoc:

Flat out. Demonic screaming. And that’s just from Murdoc when Noodle attacks him with the hair brush.

“Have you seen these magic fingers work on my bass? Hair is child’s play.” Somebody stop this man

Hairstyles more horrific than his cooking.

Can’t even do a ponytail without ripping out half of Noodle’s scalp.

“What happened to your hair?!” - 2D & Russel in synchronization.

Will blame anyone and everything if someone say’s it’s bad. 

Noodle can’t bring herself to say how bad it is, even if she looks like she was dragged through a bush backwards six times in a row.

Russel has to fix these “magnificent creations”

Noodle learned to never trust Murdoc again after coming out with the exact same haircut he had.

2D:

Messy buns are his forte, unsurprisingly.

Looks up hair tutorials online in his free time, then will practice them on Noodle.

Is unashamed to ask Russel for help when doing a certain style, or especially when he somehow get’s a comb stuck.

A real conocer of creating knots and tangles you’d never thought were possible.

Noodle comes second place when it comes to doing hair, so you’ll be sure to hear “Me next!” from 2D after he’s done. or simply given up

Will be his sister’s saving grace from one of Murdoc’s makeovers if Russel isn’t home.

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