maybe 2d's s/o catching him with other girls in a club and being really pissed off? I love love love LOVE your blog and I also love love love LOVE angst, so I wanna combine the two!!!!
Here’s your FUCKING ANGST
Jk this was actually rly fun to write
You slam the door furiously, and 2D flinches, stumbling after you as you storm up the hall, shedding your shoes and coat and sweatshirt as you go. Streams of teary mascara run down your cheeks, and you wipe at them angrily as you pass the mirror.
2D dithers in the corridor, unsure of what to do. He looks guiltier than a caught robber, and he watches you through his fringe as you stomp about as if he doesn’t exist.
“(Y/n)…?” he ventures slowly, his voice shaking slightly. You snap around to face him and he jumps, backing against the door.
“Stuart,” you say coldly, “I am trying very hard right now not to slap you across the face again, so I would appreciate it if you held your tongue for a few fucking minutes while I contain myself,”
He nods, his already red cheeks flushing a little more.