2d-imagines:

Ily2 anon

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2D slowly drifts in and out of dreaming, dimly aware of the warmth of the bed, the weight of your arm over his waist, the faraway sounds of morning traffic, before sinking back into slumber. You lie beside him, stroking your hand over his hip in a slow, calming circle, watching as minute emotions flicker across his face as he dreams. Tiny smiles, the corner of his mouth twitching, his nose wrinkling, his eyes flickering behind his eyelids.

You move a little closer to him, so your noses almost brush against each other, and wonder what he’s dreaming about.

A soft huff of laughter escapes his throat, and his lips curve into a tiny smile, and you can’t help but smile too. He’s always been a very expressive sleeper, and it wasn’t always in the cute ways.

You still have bruises from when he flung his arm out and punched you in the jaw a few days ago when dreaming he was performing on stage.

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2d-imagines:

Ayyyy ily too anon. Feel free to send me anything, anytime! Can’t say I’ll write it quickly, but I’ll write it for sure!

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You wrap your arms a little tighter around 2D’s waist, resting your chin on the top of his head. He barely acknowledges you, just keeps his gaze locked on the TV as some busty protagonist weary torn, skimpy clothes lines up the barrel of her shotgun to the head of an oncoming zombie.

The film is hardly romantic, and multiple time the amount of blood, guts and gore that spreads across the screen makes you wrinkle your nose in disgust, but 2D seems happy, content to lie in your arms, methodically working his way through a family bag of Malteasers and watching the over-dramatic actors gesture and yell wildly as they battle through a zombie stricken post-apocalyptic London.

One of the actors has a terrible British accent, and you and 2D mock it at regular intervals.

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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.”

gorillazimagines:

I think 2D is the type of boyfriend to bring you breakfast in bed but the eggs are overdone and your toast is burnt but he’s got such happy puppy dog eyes because he did this unprompted cute thing for you that you have to eat every bite in front of him to make him feel happy and appreciated

gorillaztrashimagines-deactivat:

I am here to make this fandom popping again. 

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Murdoc Niccals: 

• Murdoc would say that he doesn’t like people who cuddle him but that is a god damn lie. 
• He lives for his partner to curl up to his side and cuddle up to him. 
• If their head is laying on his shoulder, he loves it when they run their fingers lightly on his chest. 
• If the two of you fell asleep, the two of you would end up with your bodies tangled up against each other. 
• If you fell asleep first, he would whisper things into your ear. Telling you how much he loves you and how he wishes that you would never leave him. 

Stuart Pot (2D):

• 2D lives for cuddling up against you. He loves it when you get clingy and want to be cuddled. 
• If you fall asleep first, he would think out loud and start imaging things of the future with you. 
• Lean against his chest and you will have him like jelly. He loves it when you lean against him and use him as your human pillow. 
• He wouldn’t mind it if you came up to him while he was trying to write a song and want to cuddle. He always claims that he gets for inspiration when your around. 
• He just loves affection god damn it. 

gorillazimagines:

2D: 

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

2D says it with such a goofy grin on his face that you can’t help but giggle, running your fingers through his hair as he snuggles into your chest. He snuggles into your chest, pushing you to lay down fully on your back on the ever so comfortable new mattress he’d gotten. 

It wasn’t unusual to have nights like these, where it was just you and 2D cuddled up in bed together, undisturbed. You were more than happy for the break from reality, both of your phones across the room so as to not create temptation. These moments were just for the two of you to focus on being with each other, not worrying about replying to a text. 

These moments were heavenly. 

“You are mine, aren’t you?” You ask playfully, leaning down to peck his forehead. 

“’Course.” 

2d-imagines:

I loved this request, it was so cute! I think I’ve seen the video you’re talking about, you can find it here 

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2D gnaws on a hangnail, not noticing as it begins to sting, and blood drips down his thumb. All his nails are bitten into little stumps, even shorter than usual, and his fingertips are bloody and bitten. His leg bounces incessantly, and his gaze flickers around the room, and then returns to you where you lie in the hospital bed, completely still, with a drip in your arm and a clamp on your finger.

The oxygen mask that had terrified him has finally been taken away, and the constant, steady beeb of the heart monitor has ceased grinding on his already shot nerves. You’re in the clear, but he’s still nervous as hell.

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gorillazimagines:

(Around My Head – Cage the Elephant)

2D: 

2D was one hundred percent love-struck.

You had been a friend of Noodle’s she’d brought
around for a night out, and after he’d first talked to you, he never had a
chance. There had only been one conversation between the two of you but he felt
the instant connection, the effortless way you could make him laugh or smile
felt like it meant something. He’d wanted to ask Noodle for your number at the
end of the night and chickened out, kicking himself all the way home. Luckily,
Noodle gave it to him anyway under your advisement; a good sign, right?

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2d-imagines:

This request? Honestly the cutest thing I have ever written

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You flash the ID card around your neck at the man behind the desk, who gives you a thumbs up and buzzes you through. You hurry down the hall, not too sure where to go, and finally spot the woman you’d been meaning to meet 15 minutes ago standing in front of a door, tapping her foot and looking impatient.

“Hi!” you call, stumbling to a halt in front of her, “so sorry I’m late, I-“

She waves her hand dismissively and taps her watch.
“They started 4 minutes ago, so you’re just going to have to creep in. Have you ever done radio work before?”

You shake your head, still trying to catch your breath.

“Ok, well, go in as quietly as you can, and put on the headphones. Artie, he’s interviewing you guys today, will connect you up. You don’t have to sit too close to the microphone, maybe a few inches away or so. No swearing, no fighting, no touching each other up underneath the table, and try not to yell,”

You nod, suppressing a smirk on account of how serious she looks.
“Got it,”

She glances up at the sign above the door, a box with the words ON AIR lit up in red. She shrugs and reaches for the handle.
“Try your best to be quiet,”

She pushes the door open and you creep in, met with Noodle talking about how fun it was to work with De La Soul again. 2D perks up immediately, waving at you madly, and the interviewer, who you can only guess is Artie, turns to look at you. Noodle trails off, grinning at you, and Artie takes the chance to lean into his microphone and introduce you.

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2d-headcannons:

(Idk if this turned out as fluffy as it could’ve, but I wanted to get the whole dom/sub thing across more so hey ho)

Everyone who knew you and 2D knew you two were complete saps for each other. Like over the top lovey stuff, there had been multiple occasions when those who you’d been around had to clear their throats and make it clear that sitting with 2D’s hand halfway up your skirt while your own made their way up his shirt was no way to be while in public. 2D would blush and bury his head in your neck while you’d grin coyly and nip at his ear when no one was looking.
Honestly, you two were more than aware it could be seen as inappropriate while out with others, but you’d made it clear to him how you wanted to try pushing some boundaries, and sweet little 2D was more than happy to oblige so long as it made you happy.
Currently, you weren’t both out in a public place, but the band were all in the sitting room with you while you all sat and done your own thing. However your thing with 2D was another one of your attempts to see how far you could push the boundaries, or even better, how long it too before you made even Murdoc sick.
You were lounged on the couch with 2D, your legs draped over his lap while his eyes remained glued to the TV and what ever he was watching while he subconsciously played with the hem of your shorts. With a sigh you suddenly heaved yourself up, placing yourself in 2D’s lap while facing him.
‘I’m bored’ you said, grinning at him with an all too familiar glint in you eye.
‘W-What, here?’ 2D whispered back, his eyes darting around to see if any of the guys were looking at you.
‘You don’t have to sound so afraid, hun’ you smiled, running your fingers through his hair before leaning in and biting at his neck, what you immediately knew would have him gasping his approval.
It didn’t take long for his reaction, he let out a loud gasp as his eyes shut by reflex and he grabbed at your hips, holding you in place over his lap as he suddenly started rocking against you.
‘I thought you were against the idea of ‘here’’ you smirked, pulling back to see his pleading eyes.
‘Oh baby, fine, do you want to move this someone more private then?’ You whispered.
He nodded his head in frantic approval as his teary eyes stared up at you, his poor bottom lip being chewed raw by his teeth as he waited for you to move.
‘Guys, we’re gonna call it an early night’ you called, moving off 2D and grasping his hand to gently pull him behind you.
A chorus of grunts was your only acknowledgment as you pulled 2D out the room, immediately pulling him down to your level for a kiss as soon as you were out of sight.
‘C’mon, let me take care of you now’ you smiled at him as he stared down at you with half lidded eyes before obediently following after you as you pulled him to his room.