could you do introducing 2d to s/o's kind of judgmental parents? kind of like your murdoc one!
(Here ya go, anon! Hope you like it!)
“Just say it again, ‘ave you told ‘em about me?” 2D asked you for the millionth time, and you sighed, looking out of the window of the car. He had been fidgety all day today and yesterday, and you couldn’t exactly blame him, even now he was tapping the steering wheel like crazy and it drove you insane.
“Yes, Stu, I have told my parents about you. Can you please just take a deep breath?” You replied and looked back at him, his face was slightly pale and he looked quite nauseous if you had to be totally honest. Meeting the parents, every boyfriend’s nightmare. In all honesty, it was a nightmare for you too; your parents were picky and snobby. The fact that you came home with ‘some lad in a band’ was not a pleasant thing for your parents, in fact they were outraged by the thought and when you had called them beforehand, the first question they asked was ‘does he not have a real job?’ It was enough to make you mad and tell them to behave. You snapped out of it and reached to rub his thigh, “Take a deep breath, we’re almost there.”
You took his hand as you knocked on the door and waited. 2D gasped slightly as you could hear footsteps coming closer to the door and you tried calming him down by squeezing his hand. The door opened and everything went just like you expected: Your mother’s eyes went wide as she finally laid her eyes on 2D, who gave a toothy smile and reached out to shake her hand, “Stuart Pot, people just call me 2D, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She eyed you before shaking his hand, forcing a smile. The scene repeated itself when it was your father’s turn but he didn’t even hide his judgemental looks from you.
Now you were eating biscuits and drinking afternoon tea, 2D sitting on the fancy sofa with his ripped, high-waisted jeans and a loose band-tee with you pressed up against him. It was an odd picture indeed since the two of you were complete opposites but oh gosh, you had never been more in love with a guy. Not that it mattered to your parents because each time 2D opened his mouth, they both looked uncomfortable. He smiled nonetheless, and you weren’t really sure if he noticed the looks he was given, “And that’s basically how I met ‘im, Murdoc, and the rest of the band. The two of us though, we met after a concert and the chemistry was spot-on.” You giggled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and it caused him to blush and look down into his tea. It was when your mother asked you to follow her into the kitchen that 2D looked at you almost pleadingly, making you feel bad about having to leave him there alone with you father, “I’ll be right back, babe.”
As you entered the kitchen, your mother was already leaning against the kitchen table, looking defeated, “Where on earth did you pick up a guy like that?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” You furrowed your brow, hands on your hips and your mother simply sighed and turned to place her hands flat on the kitchen table, “You know exactly what I mean, look at him and then look at yourself. He isn’t even close to being your type!”
“Mum, look at me,” it made you turn your hands into fists as she looked absolutely disappointed, “You can’t seriously think that it’s okay to talk like that about Stuart?”
“I’m only saying what is true, look at him and the way he talks,” she continued and you felt your heartbeat quicken at the anger you felt but the last straw was what she said next, “Look, dad and I have talked to Catherine, you know, our neighbour. We think you should come to her party next week, she has a really nice boy – about your age.”
“Mum, what the hell? Are you blind? Did you not see that a guy was arriving with me in the car?” You snapped and she crossed her arms across her chest, “We’re just thinking about what is best for you, guys like him rarely stay for lo-“
In the next moment, you stormed through the living room, 2D flying up from his seat at the sight, and went up the stairs, stomping on each step like an angry teenager. Then you slammed the door so hard that the walls shook and sat down on your bed. Everything had been neatly kept like it was when you moved out and it made you quite sick because this was not you anymore. There you sat, in a room that seemed strange to you, crying in anger. There was a knock on the door and you knew instantly that it was your sweet boyfriend, “Come in.” He sat down beside you without saying anything, wrapping an arm around you. You sighed and put your head on his shoulder.
None of you said anything for a while until 2D started laughing quietly, “They really don’t like me, huh?”
“Shut up, Stuart Pot,” you slapped his arm but soon started laughing too, burying your face in his t-shirt. There was a pause and you leaned up to kiss him softly, “Do you wanna get out of here?” He nodded and you took his hand, quietly leaving the house and ignoring the looks on your parents’ face.