#2d imagine

[munsonsnight]

besties i need some mutuals that are a fan of blur

[rottingsun]

5 am disney musicals in the kitchen

[smelly-cassettes]

2D imagine

I haven’t written an imagine yet and I figured I’d give you guys a taste of how I like to write because I take imagines as well as headcanons. This isn’t the best example but itsa sample.

This is just a 2D x s/o imagine 

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“God fucking dammit.” You raged into a mumble, biting your lip in quiet irritation. The controller you were holding vibrated as your character on screen fell to their death with a subtle groaning sound. 

“How’d tha’ happen?” 2D asked. He was currently sitting behind you on your shared bed, back against the headboard and you sitting between his legs which were bent up on either side of you. 2D was hugging your waist as you played a video game. 

“Falling offa fuckin’ mountain.” You replied bitterly.

“Why’d ya do that?”

“I didn’t just delete my old save file to be taken down by a bloody mountain.”

2D nodded. You had a point. You sighed and began at your last save point, leading up to where you were before but taking the actual path instead of trying to run up a mountain. Stu leaned his face forward and planted it on your neck. His hot breath made your whole body shiver.

“Stu, I’m a little busy.” You said softly. 

“What, you wan’ me ta leave?” 2D asked, unwrapping himself from you.

“No, of course not.” You instinctively grabbed his leg to keep him next to you and smiled. He smirked and kissed you.

“Thought so.”

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On the 2D and punk s/o 4 sounds really cool!

(WARNING SOME SWEARING IN CASE ANY OF YOU GUYS DON’T LIKESWEARING OR SOMETHING)

 You should have been used to it by now. The rude commentsfrom 2D’s fans, the odd looks from people on the street

“I can’t believe 2D would get together with someone like that.” People would shake their heads indisapproval, and often times you’d find yourself changing your look a littlebit, whether it was changing your hair, wearing long sleeves to cover yoursleeve tattoos, taking out your removable piercings to make them lessobvious…you noticed yourself becoming a little more self-conscious about yourlooks…

You stared at yourself in the mirror, now with your tattooscompletely covered, your ear piercings removed, and your clothes blandlycolored with bright pastel colors—

“Wha’ are you doin’?” 2D asked, sitting cross-legged on thebed, watching you.

“Just getting ready to go out.” You replied dismissively. 2Dtilted his head to one side.

“…You don’ usually dress like tha’…” he commented, gettingup slowly.

“No yeah…I’m trying something new, you know? Changing thingsup.”

“At least roll up your sleeves.” 2D insisted, leaningtowards you. “I like your arm-art. S’beautiful.” He reached towards your shirtsleeves, but you swatted away his hand.

“Not today, Stu!” You snapped, crossing your arms. He gaveyou a startled look before leaning back away from you, suddenly silent.

“If this ‘s abou’ wha’ people are saying—“

“No, it’s not. It’s a personal decision. It’s fine.” Youforced a smile, moving closer to him until you could hold his hand. “I don’tcare what they say about us, honest.”

You’d noticed yourself hiding more than usual, trying tolook more…innocent maybe. Anything to make them shut up.

You were scrolling through the internet by accident whenyou’d stumbled upon a new hot-topic in the fan group of Gorillaz. The web pagewas titled “2D is being ABUSED by (Y/N): PROOF!” You scowled, looking around tomake sure that nobody was around before you clicked the link and startedreading through the article.

There were mentions of 2D’s questionably abusive friendshipwith Murdoc. “His weak, submissive personality attracts emotionally andphysically abusive people, and just look at (Y/N). The tattoos, the piercings.(Y/N) is an unstable person. Just look at her!” You scrolled through numerouscomments in agreement, with only a lone few on the page who voiced theirdisagreement. There were pictures of 2D with bruises and scrapes, and you knewthe story behind each one. 2D drunkenly stumbling over the night table, tryingto ride your motorbike (and failing, falling face-first onto the pavementoutside), Murdoc throwing a shoe at him in the studio. You knew that none of itwas true, but seeing all those people convinced that you were abusing Stuart,your beloved Stu-Pot, the man who you’d do anything for, the man you cared for,your blood boiled.

“Hey Stu? Sweetheart?” you called loudly. His voice repliedfrom somewhere upstairs.

“Wha’?”

“When’s the next concert? I’m going.” You shut the laptopand set it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Ehh…Sat’uh’day?” he replied, clearly confused. “I f’oughtyou had work.”

“Not anymore, I don’t.” you muttered under your breath,making your way decisively up the stairs to your room and immediately walkingtowards the drawer where you’d put your tank tops and discarded earrings.

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There were hundreds, if not thousands of people swarming thestage, cheering and screaming at the tops of their lungs, waving their phonecameras in the air as 2D smirked behind the microphone.

“Eh…f’ank you, ev’ryone.” He peered backstage at you,grinning. You nodded, and he turned back to the audience, smiling more widely.“You know…(Y/N) is actually here t’night…come on out ‘ere, love.” You strodeonto the stage, flaunting your sleeve tattoos, your arms completely exposed, aswell as the tattoos on your legs. Your earrings were all in, the chainsglinting and shining under the stage lights. As you walked towards 2D as if youwere walking a catwalk, you could barely even hear the audience’s reaction.Frankly, you didn’t care, either. As soon as you reached him, you grabbed thecollar of 2D’s shirt and pulled him towards you for a long, affectionate kiss.Your ears were ringing as people cheered and whistled at the two of you. 2D’sface turned bright red. You pulled away and snatched the microphone from thestands…and the crowd quickly fell silent. You glanced around at the faces inthe crowd, watching you expectantly…and you took a nervous, shivering breathin.

“I’m guessing you all know who I am?” the crowd shoutedtheir agreement, some waving their hands enthusiastically. “Yes, hi. I’m (Y/N).2D and I have been dating for a while now. We’ve moved in together, in case youdidn’t know.” The cheering grew louder. “And I know that there’ve been somerumors about me circulating the internet. Some…really bad rumors.” The crowdfell silent again…watching you. “I’ve got a message to send to all the peoplewho have contributed to those unfavorable rumors—if there are any children in theaudience…cover your ears.” You gave the audience a few seconds to react beforepulling the microphone very close to your lips and saying…rather loudly- “FUCKyou!” you stuck your middle finger in the air. “Stuart and I are very happytogether, and nothing you say can change that. I AM a punk! So what? Thatdoesn’t make me less of a person! I do have loads of tattoos. So fuckin’ what?!I think that they’re real’ attractive, an’ they make me who I am! I know I’mnot a dainty little flower or anything like that. I’m well aware, thank youvery much! You know what I’m going to do now?? I’m going to ask you to takeyour damn nasty opinions and shove them up your asses! Because I am (Y/N), andI love who I am! I love how I look and I love 2D! And guess what? He loves me,too!” you dropped the mic dramatically and stood there awkwardly, the wholecrowd (plus 2D and Murdoc and Noodle and Russel) gaping at you in shock. Youstood there in the silence for a few extraordinarily awkward moments beforequickly picking the microphone back up. “I’m so sorry for the language that waskind of uncalled for, I admit it. Sorry! Sorry.” You dropped the microphonemore carefully, making sure not to break it— then the crowd started cheering.There were fists pumping in the air, shouting and screaming. 2D smiled at youand leaned closer to your face, practically shouting in your ear so you couldhear him.

“You know, if this was what all that was about, I could’asaid it myself.” He said, laughing. He turned as if to make sure the two of youwere still being watched—and videoed—and kissed you again, subtly flippingeveryone off for the hell of it.

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hi there!! im so happy all these imagines blogs r popping up!! could i maybe request a cute lil fluffy scenario where 2ds s/o always leaves him little notes before they go to work? just stuff like "have a good day" or "i love you" thank u so much!! 💕💕💕

(Sure!Thanks for being the first request! I love fluffy stuff)

It wasearly on a Monday morning when Stuart’s alarm started blaring in his ear. Hestartled and reached for it lazily, unable to find it in the dark. He swung his armsuddenly and struck the clock. It fell to the floor with a crash and stoppedringing. 2D yawned but didn’t bother getting up, and instead just shut his eyesagain. “Five more minutes….” He whimpered, snuggling back under the sheets. Hereached for you tiredly, but couldn’t find you. “You up yet, love?” he asked,craning his neck to see you. To his shock, you weren’t there. “Oh…right.” Hisvoice dropped solemnly, turning back over and forcing his pillow over his face.You’d just started your new job this week, one that required you waking up muchearlier than 2D and being gone for most of the day. He’d been dreading it eversince you’d told him and he could already feel himself sinking. A day withoutyou meant a day with his only company being Murdoc, and Murdoc rarely had anythingnice to say. He sniffled and sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the side ofthe bed and lumbering towards the bathroom.

The firstthing he noticed was the little pink square of paper on the mirror…he squintedat it, and instantly recognized your handwriting. “Good morning :)”2D couldn’thelp but smile lovingly at it. He took the note and looked it over, wondering wherehe should keep it…he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his pajama pants didn’t have pockets…soinstead he just stuck it to his chest over his heart and beamed at his owngenius, looking proudly at himself in the mirror.

As 2Dwalked down the stairs to get himself breakfast, he spotted another note, thisone bright green. “Have a good day!” Hesmiled like a dope and plucked it from the wall, skipping down the steps and tothe kitchen. He started scouring the room for notes, peering into drawers tosee if you’d left him any more of them. To his delight, they were everywhere, and he foundimmense joy in finding each one, holding it with a flourish and sticking it tohis arms or hands. He’d torn the kitchen half-apart when he suddenly spottedthe last one, a little blue slip stuck to the toaster. He darted over to thecounter and leaned awkwardly on his elbows smiling like an idiot as he read thenote. “I love you, Stu-Pot” this onehad little hearts doodled on the corners, and he picked it up and kissed itgleefully.

“What’s all the ruckus about!?” Murdocsuddenly exclaimed, scaring the hell out of 2D. He glared 2D, who was standingrather awkwardly covered in colorful sticky notes, the last one now stuck tohis face. “Wha…-?” Murdoc narrowed his eyes. 2D’s mouth hung open, and helooked around uncomfortably.

“Ehh…”

“Nevermind…don’teven answer that. Just get out of here. Go for a walk or something.” Murdocwaved his hand dismissively. “A long walk…a very long walk where you get lostan’ don’t come back ‘til tomorrow.” He added under his breath.

“I can’t.”2D said quickly, taking the sticky note off his face. “I’ve got big plans.”

“Yeah?What plans?” Murdoc grumbled sourly. 2D glanced over towards the front door.

“I’vegot to wait at the door ‘til she comes back so I can tell her how much I loveher!” 2D practically skipped towards the door, colored papers flying left andright.

Murdoclooked on in disbelief, shaking his head slowly.

“Iswear it’s like dealing with a complete mentalcase. I don’t know what that poor girl sees in you.”