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?

mur-thot-thiccals:

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.”