Gorillaz • imagines & preferences

untitled 2D fluff (request)

I tried to do present tense here. Hope you don't mind. Uhh, and sorry if I couldn't keep it 100% PG wholesome. It is for the most part anyway. No smut (sorry pervs lol)

Phase 1/2

The fan's cranked to the highest setting, billowing the must of July across the room, yet it's still not enough to cut through the sticky heat of the summertime. You wipe a bead of sweat from your neck before pulling your hair into a tangled bun on the top of your head, cursing Murdoc in the process.

The air conditioner had been choking on its dying breaths for the past couple weeks, and despite everyone's pleading for a replacement, Murdoc was adamant that a few kicks to the system was all that was needed to keep it running. Until it wasn't.

You knew he was a Satanist, but you didn't expect him to be a big enough fan to bring hell on earth. You're sat on 2D's bed, clad in nothing but one of his old t-shirts, spraying yourself with melted ice, trying to beat the heat. You've been watching 2D struggle to come up with some lyrics for the upcoming album for the past half hour, but his brain seems to be just as overheated as you were. He's stripped down to nothing but a pair of too-short jeans, and he's still covered with a layer of glistening sweat. You think about what you could do to help him cool down a little more, but he interrupts the thought with a snappy tune he plinks out on his synth.

You study the back of his head keenly as he mumbles something to himself, jots it down on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, then scribbles it out again hastily. Maybe if you concentrate hard enough, you might be able to see what's going within the walls of his bashed up skull.

"How's it coming along?" you sigh when you realize your efforts are for naught.

He turns around, an expression of frustration smeared messily across his face as he delivers a "Not too good."

"Aww," you croon, "what's the matter?"

"I dunno. Just can't concentrate, I fink. S'like a thousand degrees in here."

You pat the bed, beckoning him over. "Take a break," you offer, "you'll be able to come back to it with a fresh mind."

2D plods over to join you, flopping his tired mess of a body on the mattress with an unenthusiastic heave. You feel his mussed hair tickle your skin as his head lands beside your thighs. He lets out a groan which might be one of relief, but definitely could just be a cry of exhaustion. You tousle his locks, making him shift himself to rest his head comfortably on your lap.

"It's so hot," he whines, looking up at you with those puddles of black. You pluck an ice cube from the bowl of ice you've been using to cool yourself off with and drag it along his forehead. His tongue flicks out through the gap in his teeth as his wince dissolves into a smile.

"Better?" you say, gliding the ice down his temple. He gives a lazy nod as you leave a trail of icy water down his cheek, approaching his shoulders. He lets out a small whimper as you trace down his neck and drag along his collarbone. As you approach his sternum, the ice cube finally melts into a small puddle on his skin.

"Do that again," he smiles. You grab another ice cube and continue down the path, this time reaching the top of his happy trail. He looks up at you and flashes a mischievous smirk. "Again," he repeats a lilt in a voice that was all too familiar. Your eyes crawl knowingly down his torso and to where denim met sweaty skin. Sure enough, he's already pitching a tent that you're not really in the mood to check out. Your panties might be wet, but you're pretty sure that's mostly just from the heat.

Rolling your eyes, you dismiss his request with another ruffle of his hair. He pouts at you, but you have an excuse. "The ice is all melted anyway."