Gorillaz Oneshots & Imagines

Petty Insecurities

Petty Insecurities — 2D/Reader
Triggers: Depression mention, drug mention

these keep getting longer and shittier please help lmao
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You awaken with water on your face. Wait... water? You jump up, looking around frantically for any signs of flooding, only to find that Stu had left the window open again last night, allowing the morning dew to sweep into the room and soak everything in a near proximity.

You sigh, thumbs on your temple as you slide the window down and lock the hatch securely. You need to remind Stu to close the damn thing when he goes to bed at night; he stays up much longer than you. Usually he's playing games like "Resident Evil," or "Left 4 Dead."

You look beside you to see a sleeping Stu Pot, snoring slightly and occasionally smacking his lips in his slumber. You run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, immediately pleased with the joyful noises that emit from his mouth. You smile softly, admiring the scene among you before abruptly abandoning the comfy bed, stretching your limbs and choosing your clothes for the day.

You leave the room carefully, slowly closing the door behind you and leaving behind a very sleepy Stuart, snoring away. How cute.

You take a quick shower and wander the halls of the famous Kong Studios. Finding your way through to the kitchen was always an unnecessary hassle, but you eventually found your way thanks to a handy chore chart. Glancing at said chart, today is your turn to make breakfast, so you travel down the stairs and open the fridge, finding the eggs and cracking them into a neatly oiled pan.

Russel came downstairs first. He always first. Always an early bird. With a small wave and a smile, Russel is sitting at the bar and chatting with you about multiple topics.

"Let's play 20 questions," Russ states, making a cup of coffee.

"Alright. Uh let's see... what's your favourite colour?"

"Red," he answers simply.

"Red's a good colour. Looks really good on cars and uhh... phone cases?" You sound like an idiot.

Russ just nods. "Yeah. It does. Real good. Here's a question: Favourite music genre?"

"Hmm. I really like Rock and Metal. It gets me going in the morning. But other genres like Pop and Alternative are really good too. I also like some 80's and Disco."

"I like Hip-Hop," Russ answers. Simple, like always. A man of simple words. You nod.

"I've listened to some Hip-Hop before. Personally not my favourite but some are pretty catchy," you reply.

Russ nods at your answer and grabs the plate you set out for him: some eggs and toast. With a curt "thank you," Russ is off somewhere. One down, three to go.

Noodle came down next. After practically jumping down the stairs, she appears at the counter, a beaming smile that could brighten anyone's day.

"Kon'nichiwa! Good morning! I'll just take some eggs, okay? I'm going out right after this so I'm kind of in a hurry."

"Well I hope you have fun," you beam, pushing the plate of eggs in her direction. Noodle nods happily, gorging down the eggs in a few minutes, immediately running over to the shoe rack and putting on her flats before running out the door with the keys to Murdoc's Stylo.

Next would be Murdoc. He doesn't seem to be coming down though, so you bring the plate to his door which says "FUCK OFF" in large, black letters. Very welcoming. You knock on the door, waiting to hear any sounds on the other side. The door slams open and there stands the ogre.

With no clothes on.

You cringe internally as you avoid gazing downward to look at... ahem. You raise the plate to chest level, and watch as he eyes it up and down before yanking it out of your hands, snarling. He then closes the door with almost as equal force, rattling the already broken hinges.

Next was 2D. Probably still asleep you guessed as you open the door to his bedroom. As if on cue, Stuart raises from the bed yawning loudly, stretching his lanky limbs and smacking his lips. He sees you and immediately starts smiling and waves, motioning you to come closer. Once you were at the foot of the bed, he takes the breakfast plate and begins to eat.

"'Fanks," he states with the mouth full of egg. You smile and laugh, nodding and placing your hand on his cheek.

"You're welcome, Stu Pot." You pause, watching as he gulps down big chunks of fried egg and bacon. "I didn't want to wake you immediately, you looked so peaceful so I didn't bother to wake you."

"Don' worry abou' it. I wouldn' mind if yew woke meh up anyways. I enjoy yewr company," he smiles wide, showing his missing front teeth.

Once he was finished, you grabbed the plate.

"Gotta take this down and back to the kitchen. I also have to get Murdoc's plate if he'll let me have it back. He seemed pissed."

"When's he not piss'd? He alwa's seems piss'd to meh," he replies, chuckling slightly. You smile back.

"Yeah, he usually is. Well, once I get back we can get to some much needed cuddling, don't you agree?"

You walk back to Murdoc's door and knock on it. A loud groan from the other side before it's ripped open again. One of the hinges falls out of place on the door. Murdoc groans louder.

"Wot?" He asks, eyeing you. You gaze to the plate, giving the hint. He nods before placing it onto the stack and closes the door like a normal human, but not before giving a simple "Rock N' Roll" sign. You laugh softly and return to the kitchen to place the plates into the sink.

You ran up to Stuart's room, opening the door with renowned force. Before Stu could even acknowledge you were here, you leaped on top of him and crashed into the soft mattress. He squeaked before opening his eyes, smiling wide when he noticed it was you, his shining light.

You raise slowly, allowing him to raise as well. He's holding your cheeks now and kissing your face. They're sloppy kisses, but they're awfully cute and you wouldn't ask for anything else. You giggle as he continues the onslaught of rapid kisses.

"Yew're so cute," he starts, and kisses your nose. "I don' even need mah pain killers when ya 'ere. Thas how 'appy you 'ake meh."

"You're bluffing. I really make you that happy?" You ask with a look of pure confusion. You've never been told this before. It's unusual to be told this so frequently when you barely get any compliments at all. Stuart nods furiously and hugs you tightly.

"O' course! I'm 'ot bluffin'. I luv ya so much ya 'ave no clue! Ya make butterflies 'ly in meh stomach whenev'r yew're aroun'. I wou' neva lie to ya. Eva."

You melt into the hug, sighing contently as you thank him repeatedly into his shoulder, clutching tightly like your life depends on it. He runs his hand through your hair, massaging your scalp as you lay on his chest and shoulder, mumbling softly about how you do not deserve someone like Stu. Someone so loving and understanding deserves someone who can give the same amount back, and you cannot do any of that. It makes you feel so... useless.

Perhaps now is not the time to think about petty insecurities. Live in the moment, you tell yourself as you reach up and kiss Stuart on the forehead. The pain will go away slowly as you are healed.