“I like playing characters who are fractured, broken. I find that more relatable, for some reason. I don’t feel that I’m like that myself by nature, but there’s just something that you can really grab hold of if people have a darkness in them.”
Natalie Dormer is so lovely <3 She seemed so genuinely happy and interested to meet everyone. And ugh, so gorgeous in person! She has such a good laugh.
We had a chat about my poster (asking who the other autographs were but then recognising most of them herself, lol), then I commented that I was partway through Andromeda and loving it, and Lexi. She asked if I’d played the first three games, and how they compared to Andromeda - she seemed pretty concerned, I guess she’d heard about the bad feedback Andromeda has received? I said that it was different to the first three but I was still enjoying it a lot, and she seemed pleased enough about that.
Here’s the poster! Her autograph is massive and I don’t even mind, she can take up all the space she wants <3
Your back hurt as you hunched over you computer, typing away furiously as you rushed to get your assignment done. You knew if you hadn’t procrastinated all day, you wouldn’t have been in this situation, but inevitable as it was, waiting until the last minute to complete something was just how you got things done. lol dont lie to me ik yall do this too
2D knew how you worked at times like these. He kept to himself, usually playing around with some of his many keyboards, mindlessly going about his phone, or writing down little things he thought sounded nice whenever they came to mind.
Usually, you would finish within an hour or two but unfortunately today was not going to be one of those days. He found absolutely no interest in doing anything else and laid down on his bed, a few feet away from you, waiting patiently for you to finish. Well, almost patiently.
He watched you as you sat on the chair that once held one of his keyboards, laptop on your thighs as you typed impressively fast.
He wanted so badly for you to finish already so you could spend time with him, as the two of you had the house to yourselves. He huffed and sat up, pursing his lips when you didn’t notice the movement. He waved his arms about, but you paid him no mind and continued to type, further tempting him.
Cautiously, he reached over to one of the legs of your chairs and pulled you closer to his bed, pausing to see if you would react in anyway. As expected, you continued to type and he slowly inched the chair closer to him until it was right next to his bed.
You were confused when you felt yourself being awkwardly moved from the hard material of the chair onto his soft comforter. He pulls you into him, a comfortable position against his small headboard with you in between his long legs. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Stuart?” you ask, looking at him through the corner of your eye. He doesn’t answer and pulls you closer into him, humming contently as you finally acknowledged him, “Keep going,” he says and you do exactly so.
You finish within a few more minutes and close your laptop, exhaling loudly as that burden was finally done and over with. You look at the time and realize it had been a while since you had eaten. You get up but you’re stopped when the arms around your waist tighten, trapping you against him. You laugh, “Stu, I need food,” you say, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp but he doesn’t budge.
He doesn’t answer and you continue to try to escape, laughing in the process which entices his own and you eventually manage to stand up, him still attached behind you like a leech. “Oh my god, Stuart,” you say laughing. You give up and leave him be as the two of you awkwardly hobble over to the kitchen, him following your movements with clumsy steps.
He remains attached to you as you fix yourself something to eat and even sneaks a few bites for himself, earning a playful gasp every time he does so. Eventually you finish, and the two of you shuffle to the couch where he plops down, bringing you down with him into a comfortable position on his lap, “Finally,” he says as he turns the TV on in front of you.
“Was this your plan the entire time?” you ask, turning around to look at him. He attempts to look as innocent as possible, “Maybe…”
“Well, you’ll have to try harder than that,” you say quickly before you jump up and run from him, engaging in an intense battle of tag.
2d and murdoc being super protective of their pregnant s/o pls
He would make sure you were comfortable wherever you went together. He’d buy you lots of cushions, and all the newest technology for pregnancies. You’d insist you don’t need any of it, but he’d do it anyways.
He’d be by your side constantly, watching in case anyone got too close when you were out together. Swarming fans and pregnant partners don’t mix very well. He had two people to protect now.
Apparently, morning sickness isn’t inclusive to mornings. Who knew? He’d be there to hold your hair back anyways, no matter what time of day or night it was.
Stu Pot (2D):
Oh man, if he was clingy before you’d have never guessed it could get worse. He’d take every opportunity to have his arms wrapped around you until they wouldn’t reach around anymore. Even the task of walking would become more difficult with him dragging behind you.
He would love to leave kisses on your stomach (for the baby), and sing to it. He’d even write up some lullabies.
He’d give up everything that you have to. No drinking, no smoking, nothing. He’d be with you 100% of the way. You would be his priority and he wouldn’t leave your side for anything.
How would 2D react to his s/o randomly waking up panicking during the night to scan the room? (This is actually what I do every night bc I feel like somethings there, it's weird lmao).
2D: He’s generally a pretty light sleeper, so if he hears you gasp or cry out when you initially wake up, or even shift around in the bed, he’ll wake up too. He’s still a bit groggy and can only mutter out a word two asking what you’re doing, but he would turn on the light for you if you needed him to so you could scan around more efficiently. Half the time he’s too tired to even remember it happened, but he’ll get used to it eventually.