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Stuart 2D Pot. He was never much of a talker though he did it a lot. Ever since he joined the band Gorillaz as a front man, singer, he’s been more focused on hitting notes and making albums in good time frames than himself.
2D was known to drown himself in either peppermint tea, the occasional cigarette, and of course pain medicine. A thing he’s relied on since he was a teen ever since his hair turned blue. The medication never did what he needed. It would numb him, help him sleep, sometimes make him feel almost high. Which of course he needed none of those. He needed someone to talk to about his mind. His loud, chaotic mind that goes from 0-100 real quick.
But who? Murdoc? No… murdocs the bloke who hit him with his car. Twice! Nonetheless, when murdocs drunk enough, he almost speaks like a Shakespearean therapist, on some type of drug…
Russel? Well maybe. He’s a wise man, but isn’t very open about it unless you ask first, and 2D would never start a conversation willingly. Especially about his feelings.
that left Noodle. The 10 year old guitarist who’s recently started picking up English due to murdocs constant bickering. 2D does love to be around her. She’s almost like his little sister! He’s been let her put his hair in pigtails. But that’s not exactly what he needs… though it’s funny.
..~..
one particular night, a rainy day in 2003, 2D is zoned out. More than usual. The band is in the living room, murdoc drinking a beer complaining about the shitty tele channels. Russel is sitting near murdoc on an arm chair, looking at a new taxidermy shop add in the paper. Noodles sitting on the floor muttering random things in both Japanese and English as she doodles cats with her crayons on old sheet music.
2D is next to murdoc. A cup of tea in his hand, peppermint his favorite.
“Oi face ache! Are you even bloody listening!” Murdoc scolds him as he sips his beer. “I’m stating very clever and important critiques to this god awful channel!”
“oh- oh yeah murdoc… I am sorry…” 2D says in reply, immediately zoning back out as murdoc goes back to mumbling and yapping over terrible acting.
“Oh no it’s 11 pm. Noodle you should be asleep.” Russel states sarcastic.
They’ve tried to in-force noodles bedtime as 10:30 but that clearly has not worked in their favor.
noodle looks up at Russel. “But… cats!” She holds up her drawings on sheet music as Russel scoops her up. She’s giggling hysterically as he carry’s her upstairs to her room.
And with that, there was two.
“they should just fire the bloody guy! I mean he’s-“ murdoc sips his beer as he continues. “He’s rubbish! His voice is as bad to listen to as yours dents!”
That, of course, goes right over 2D’s head as he zones out further into the void.
Until a crushed beer can hits the side of his head. He whimpers slightly and snaps back to reality. “Blimey…” he mutters rubbing his head.
“Welcome back! Satan you’re just never here are ya! Swear to fuck you’re always either humming to yourself or deep in thought like a monk!” Murdoc grumbles as he finishes his rant, peeling himself off the couch and into the kitchen to grab another beer.
“Murdoc?” 2D carefully yells to the kitchen.
“What face-ache!” Murdoc responds hastily cracking a beer open.
“M’gonna head to bed alright! Um.. sorry you’ll be alone with the annoying tv guy…” 2D says to him, knowing he really dosent care where he’s headed.
“Yeah, yeah-“ murdoc burps. “Christ- yeah! Night dents don’t get lost on your way…”
2D just nods, though he knows murdoc dosent see it. He gets up and awkwardly walks to his room, walking as if it’s his first time here though he’s lived here for years.
2D gets to his room, a decent sized one. With keyboards mounted on the wall, along with posters, old books, music folders. He closes his door as he walks in, sitting on the edge of his bed opening his nightstand, digging through to grab his pain meds. The cycle continues.
..~..
Those damn pain meds… They never do help.
It’s around 4am, where usually 2D would be sound asleep. But it’s closer to sunrise than him sleeping. His mind is much louder than before. He’s shaky, zoning in and out, getting sleepy but not sleepy enough to pass out. God why him.
2D gets up, shakily with each step, he leaves his room going to the hallway bathroom. He would typically just curl up in his bathroom attached to his room, but it’s not really in condition at the moment.
He shuffles into the bathroom, turning on a light, closing the door. He looks at himself in the mirror, squinty and uncoordinated. He’s gripping the sink counter as he lowers himself down to sit on the floor. That sit becomes a lay. Got his head is pounding. He’s tired and stressed.. maybe even hearing things? There’s too much going on… but then.
“Oi who’s taking a bloody piss it’s too late… except for me.. open the door!”
Murdoc. Murdocs outside the door, not as drunk as before. Luckily not holding onto the tv guy from earlier.
2D is so tired and shaky he can’t even answer. He’s just there. On the tiles shaky and cold.
“Fine! I’m picking the damn lock! Be secretive I don’t care…”
The door handle jiggles for a moment, then the door pops open. Revealing the shirtless murdoc, wearing a pair of boxers.
“Bloody hell that was just-“ then he looks down. Seeing the shaky, zoned out 2D.
“Holy fuck..” murdoc kneels besides him immediately recognizing some sort of overdose going on.
“Blimey okay… okay…” murdoc attempts to pick 2D up, immediately failing due to 2D being much taller then he.
“Here take my hands… let’s get you up.” 2D shakily grabs his hands in response. Then gets pulled up by murdoc, his arm immediately wrapping around the waist of the taller man. “Shall we go to my Winnebago? O- or your room… cause I think your rooms comfier.. but my Winnebago has better helping stuff…” murdocs panicking. He’s dealt with overdoses before, most ending in loss. He can’t have another.
“Mm.. Winnebago..” 2D mutters as murdoc helps him down the stairs into the garage, where his winnebago stays.
murdoc lays 2D in his small bed. Rushing to grab him water.
“Here lad.. drink this.. all of it” murdoc says handing him a glass of typical tap water, which 2D takes. Shakily he drinks it.
All this commotion wakes up Cortez, murdocs pet crow. Who was perched on a coat hanger fast asleep two minuets ago. But now, he caws and flaps over onto murdocs shoulder. Murdoc scratches his head and lightly kisses him before putting him back on his perch.
“Oi want some tea? I don’t have… what’s your favorite peppermint?” Murdoc asks 2D.
“Yeah.. that’s my favorite..” 2D replies putting the glass on murdocs nightstand which is covered in cigarette nubs and ashes. Along with beer cans.
“Ew how..” murdoc stars talking as he walks to the makeshift Winnebago kitchen. “It’s all.. minty! Even with honey it’s balls!” Murdoc crabs a tea bag of herbal sweet tea, heating up water as he grabs a mug.
2D chuckles slightly at murdocs tangent. He always did like it when he ranted, even if he didn’t listen all the time.
..~..
After the tea was done, murdoc brought 2D a mug. Carefully sitting next to him as he sipped it.
“Mm.. it’s sweet…” 2D says as he takes another sip.
“Well yeah mate.. it’s sweet tea” murdoc says rolling his eyes but also chuckling.
“Can we.. watch something? I dunno.. I like background noise…” 2D mutters as he sips again making a face at the sweetness, but continues sipping nonetheless.
Murdoc nods smirking slightly, flicking on the tv to some random channel conveniently playing a zombie movie. 2D’s favorites.
Once 2D finished his tea, murdoc takes the mug putting it in the small sink. Then sits back down next to him. 2D cuddles up next to murdoc. Fully wrapping an arm around him and everything. Murdoc freezes slightly but dosent push it away. Instead he shifts to face 2D, wrapping his arms around him too.
“Murdoc…” 2D mutters.
“Hm?” Murdoc reply’s
“You know what I think is sweeter than that tea?” 2D says smiling with his gapped tooth grin.
“Go on” murdoc looks down at him curious, knowing he has a low tolerance for sugar.
“You…” 2D cuddles into murdocs chest closing his eyes, or lack there of.
Murdocs eyes widen. Realizing what was said. He looks down at 2D. 2D looks up at him.
Murdoc runs a hand through 2D’s thick blue hair. Then 2D shifts to be at the same level as murdoc, as he leans in and kisses him. Murdoc immediately cupping his cheeks deepening the kiss without a second thought.
As the kiss breaks murdocs sighs contently.
“You feeling better then?” He says jokingly.
2D just nods lazily and kisses him again. And again. And again on his cheek. Murdoc accepts all of these. Not complaining but tensing up each time.
“I’m glad you’re safe” murdoc says smiling at 2D as he cups his cheek, rubbing his thumb on his skin.
“Me too… cause then I wouldn’t be here..” 2D reply’s, leaning into murdocs touch. “I love you… sweetie..”