what about 2d with a s/o that’s a really good singer and confesses she actually always wanted to be a singer?? thank you! !!

2d-headcannons:

(I wanted to try and write something a little different from the imagines you normally read like these. Hope you enjoy though!)

2D wandered around his room, finding different items of clothing and discarding them to a space behind him as he tried to find something decent to wear to finish getting ready to head out for a meeting to see about getting some collaborators for a new album they were planning. Humanz had come out not that long ago but now the tour was over they wanted to think ahead and not leave such a long wait between albums again.
After finally finding something he deemed acceptable he flopped down on the edge of his bed and began slipping on his shoes, or shoe since he could only find one. Twisting his head in all directions and even dropping to his knees to check under his bed and desk he came up with the conclusion he must have left it in the bathroom. Just one problem through; you were currently in the shower.
Checking the time on his phone he decided that privacy was something that was going to have to be overlooked in this situation, he was late and desperately needed to leave.
You, however, were blissfully unaware of the impending interruption of your relaxing moment. It is known that quite a lot of people like to sing in the shower, however for you, it was more of a performance of songs you had written but didn’t want anyone to hear yet, not until they were perfected anyway.
You knew you had a good voice, you’d been told by a lot of people and you were trying to purse a career in music, but it was hard, and even with your boyfriend being the lead singer and your best friend the guitarist in Gorillaz you didn’t want to lean on them and get an unfair boost into the world of preforming. So you continued to keep your musical talent a secret and work your way up by yourself.
As you continued onto the second verse of your song you were far to into pitching your voice perfectly that you failed to notice the door creaking open and the tall lanky figure slipping inside.
‘Sorry darlin, don’t mind me, just looking for my… shoe’ 2D started before cutting himself off slowly as he noticed that not only were you singing and dancing to yourself in the shower, but you were doing it really well.
You were still completely oblivious to 2D’s entrance until the shower curtain was pulled back and a voice excitedly shouted, ‘you can sing?!’.
You jumped and screaming in horror as you spun around and landed a punch straight to 2D’s nose, making him stagger back while holding his now bleeding nose.
‘Stuart!’ You screamed, both out of anger and concern as you quickly bent down to retrieve your towel and wrap it around yourself before jumping out to check on him.
‘Oh god, I’m so sorry, but you scared the shit out of me! Why did you do that?’ You asked, directing him to sit on the closed toilet seat before remembering what it was he had shouted, ‘oh, you heard me sing’ you spoke quietly with a blush covering your cheeks.
‘You never told me you could sing, you’re really good. What was that song anyway?’ Stu spoke, somewhat nasally as you tilted his head forward and directed him to pinch the soft part of his nose.
‘It’s, uh, a song I wrote myself. I’ve always wanted to be a singer but it’s just hard to get a shot at it, y’know’ you shrugged, crouching down in front of him and pressing tissues against his nose.
‘Why didn’t you come to me? I could’ve helped you?’ He asked, his dark eyes staring into yours in question.
‘I just, I never want to feel like I didn’t earn my career properly, I don’t want to be handed it, I want to earn it with hard work.’ You stated, glancing up at him with a halfhearted shrug.
‘But even if I did give you a hand, it would still be all you. I’m not the one who’d be singing for you, or making the contacts I can give you like you based on who you know. That’ll all still come with your hard work’ he replied, making you glance up at him with a smile.
‘Okay, so maybe getting your help wouldn’t be TOO horrible a thing’
‘Wait! Idea! I’m just about to head out to a meeting with collaborators for a new album, you need to come!’ He started, jumping up and making you release your hold on him with a yelp.
‘What? But I can’t go, look at me! I’m just out the shower!’ You cried, as he grabbed your hand, dragging you up and out the room.
‘So? The wet look can make a comeback, plus you need to come make connections!’ He declared, pulling you down the hallway.
‘Wait, no Stu, seriously! I still have conditioner in my hair. And why are you only wearing one shoe?’ You continued to complain, but your cries fell on deaf ears as he was adamant he was going to help you make it in the music world, at any cost.