#ewan mitchell you ruined my life

[helaelaemond]

Ranking of all of Ewan's characters GO :D

ok so this is really hard because there are so many different angles to come at this from??????? im gonna think less with my clit and more with my brain for this to actually be sensible

Aemond - duh. he's........ everything. sorry but he is hes the gateway to everything else hes......... he was genuinely the first step i took towards bisexuality after a decade of lesbianism and now im genuinely bi like. ewan mitchell you fucking fruit you will pay for your crimes against lesbians

Osferth - great writing, total sweetheart, wonderful character arc

Tom Bennett - we were robbed in series 2, ewan get your skinny arse back to the BBC asap please and thanks

BILLY WASHINGTON MY WIFE pathetic but endearing, ewan ate

Abraham - great range for the short amount of screen time he had

Ettore - the range................ king

Baby Bellboy Billy

Genyen - unsurprising ranking given the overall quality of the programme

Not seen Saltburn, but fanon Michael owns my asshole (it can take a harder pounding than my pussy)

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A little oneshot where, in another universe, matt is her boyfriend and ewan is completely in love with darling, matty seeing ewan looking at darling lovingly and feeling a little possessive 😈

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Ewan Mitchell x f!reader (Matt Smith x f!reader)

a/n: this can be read as chem ov au or as a standalone oneshot! written in Ewan's POV. 💛

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"Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad!" Your voice carried a surprised affectation, echoing on set.

Ewan had just taken a jab at one of your all-time favourite movies. "How can you call yourself a cinephile and have that in your Letterboxd top 4?" he had exclaimed, sliding his seat closer to you.

He liked when you visited the set. In truth, he liked having you around, whenever, wherever. All you had to do was show up and he'd feel a hundred times lighter, no matter how bad his workload was for the day.

And you showed up, often. You in your usual jeans and snug coat, trudging about on the sidelines with a paper cup of coffee held in one hand like a safety device, a warm smile readily given to crew and cast members.

You were like Ewan's beacon of light.

You were also, the love of Matt's life. Recently engaged, your left hand sported a dazzling diamond ring, a glaring 'screw you' every time it caught Ewan's eye.

Still, it didn't stop him from seeking you out, from craving the sound of your laughter, from wanting to hear all the stories you tell.

Ewan wanted to beat the living daylights out of Matt when he would kiss you in front of him.

How dare he? How dare your fiancé kiss you, the love of his life?

Ewan's, that is.

"I don't care what the critics say. It's one of my favourite films and that's that," you declared, wagging a finger at him. He wanted to use it to pull you closer, catching you off guard so you stumble onto him. A blush would quickly spread across your cheeks, and you would squeak his name, all embarrassed.

Adorable.

Clumsy little darling, he would say.

Hmm, you'd smile, gazing up at him with those doe eyes, I like it when you call me that. Matt doesn't.

He's a bloody fool, isn't he?

Mhmm. Ewan?

Yes, darling?

I've seen you the way you look at me. Your palm would slide across his chest, torturingly sweet.

You have, haven't you? Clever girl.

Another smile. A cheekier one this time. I know you want me.

I'd be stupid not to. How can I not be in love with you?

You would lean in, and he would be enveloped in your scent. Why don't you show me?

Darling?

Show me how much you love me.

Your lips, so close to his, soft and inviting. All it would take is the smallest of movements, the slightest lean forward, and then he would taste —

"Ewan?" You had been waving a hand in front of his face, your expression having turned worried. "Are you okay, mate?"

Mate. He hated that. So casual. Reserved for friends, colleagues, buddies.

"Y-yeah, darling," he stammered, clearing his throat. He was about to come up with an excuse when your attention was diverted.

"There you are, my love," Matt buzzed in from somewhere, an unwelcome intrusion, ruining Ewan's moment with you.

"Hi, baby." You craned your neck as Matt swooped down to give you a kiss. One that lingered far too long for Ewan's liking. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that Matt was doing it on purpose.

Maybe he was. The bastard.

"You all done with your scene?" you asked.

"Yes, finally. I missed my fiancée." Matt gently eased you off the chair, so he can plop down in your place, and coax you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, giggling softly.

That sound was heavenly. Ewan yearned to always be at the receiving of it.

Matt planted another kiss on your cheek, then said, "I hope you weren't too bored, my love? It's a good thing you've got Ewan here to keep you company."

"Yeah," you smiled, turning to Ewan, "if only he didn't make fun of me all the time!"

Matt playfully gasped. "Are you messing with my future wife, Mitchell?"

Ewan was growing more irate by the second, seeing you snug against Matt like that. "Nothing she can't handle," he replied.

"We do have a good time," you nodded.

Ewan wished he could show you what a real good time with him was like.

Matt smirked at you. "Not as good as our times though, right, my love?" He was truly playing with fire, when he winked at Ewan and added, "Well, I better get my lady back home. I'm sure she's still sore from last night's activities."

"Matthew!" you slapped him on the chest, but you were clearly amused. "No need to taint Ewan's ears with that!"

Matt and you stood hand in hand, politely bidding Ewan goodbye before sauntering off together.

What an annoying sight.

Then you turned to look over your shoulder, smiled at him, and stuck your tongue out.

He rolled his eyes at your antics.

It was silly. It was cute.

It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

And the next time you would be on set, he would surely only think the same.

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My comments on House of the Dragon S02E03

-Gwayne Hightower is the gayest knight I ever saw in my life. He just had all the gay traits 😭

-Damn Baela, I appreciate your respect for Rhaenyra orders but we were just one Dracarys away from never seeing Criston Cole again. I now truly hope they play his death just like it is in the books.

-Rhaenys gave of such a double agent vibe this episode, the way she was just whispering words and staring at Rhaenyra remind me of characters like little finger. Anyway, I hope that when she is gone (probably in the next two episodes) we see Corlys wrath on the Greens.

-Daemon scenes were some of the best of the episode, if not the best. Seeing Milly again was also really nice. And the witch wasn't wrong, he will die there, just not now and certainly not before doing some serious damage to tg forces

-I still hope that, that young lad was actually Bloody Ben and we will see more of him in the next episodes. Bro had like 2seg of screentime from last week teaser and the fandom already exploded in excitement, if he turned out to be just some random Blackwood fella, that would be so disappointing.

-I wasn't expecting to see Aemond's.... sapphire. But I really appreciate HBO for being one of the few channels to show male nudity, and I appreciate Ewan Mitchell's courage to do a scene like that (if they had used his real "sapphire" and not some prosthetics.

-Alicent and Rhaenyra reunion feels too much like a sitcom to me. I don't know why, but I just wanted to laugh during the whole scene

-Ulf, if you really want to protect yourself and know the danger of being a Targaryen bastard, you should NOT tell strangers at a bar that you are a Targaryen bastard. That scene was just an exposition dump

-When I heard the rumors that about Alicent and Rhaenyra reunion I went 🙄 so fast. And I was also starting at getting pissed at Rhaenyra passivity in the war but after this episode I realized that they did all that to show us that she is a better ruler, she knows what it meant a war between dragons, she knows that something like this can ruin the house. Totally unlike Aegon, who is like "yeaaahh let's go to war 🤪😃" like it was nothing, he doesn't understand the implications of the war, he is unfit to rule, he doesn't care for vows(as we see later with him and his pals from the king's guard)

Now, the war truly began. Rhaenyra knows it wasn't some misunderstanding or an accident. She knows her ex bestie betrayed her and usurped her throne. And I really hope that from now on Rhaenyra starts to treat Alicent as the enemy she is

[bbygirl-aemond]

do you have thoughts on how ewan mitchell compared aemond to the cyclops in his interview...?

Um absolutely. Ewan Mitchell's recent interview has completely ruined my life, and especially so because of that very part.

In case you missed it, Ewan said that one of the first things the showrunners ever talked to him about was this very idea of the Cyclops. "What does that do to a person?" asked Ewan in the interview. "To know the day you're going down, and feel bulletproof to a point."

This means the showrunners canonically have written parallels between Aemond and the Cyclops from Greek mythology, who traded one eye to Hades, the god of death, in order to see into the future and discover how he died. This wasn't explicitly mentioned, but Norse mythology also carries a very similar story of Odin, who sacrificed one of his eyes in exchange for drinking from a well that would give him unparalleled knowledge. And it suggests that, with the loss of his eye, Aemond gained not just Vhagar, but the knowledge of his own death.

And GOD does that add so much depth to the show, and to his character. Especially the standoff between him and Daemon: a lot of people read this moment as Aemond backing down out of fear of Daemon's implicit threat. But to me, it now seems more like an acknowledgement: "it is not yet our time."

It also, interestingly, strengthens the parallels between him and Helaena, but I'll go into that another time.

Okay, now it's time for book spoilers, and I'm gonna make myself sad with this one.

If Aemond KNOWS how he is going to die-- if he knows WHO kills him-- then it makes him provoking Daemon all the more interesting. Because his toast at the dinner must have been deliberate; right after Daemon kills someone for calling Rhaenyra's children bastards, and Aemond goes and does the same thing? Who would be so insane, except someone who knows that he will not die that day? Who would want to draw Daemon's ire, save for someone who knows it will be inescapable no matter what they do?

It also makes the way he goes to his death all the more honorable. He doesn't try to run away, even though he has much to live for: his family, his lover, and especially their unborn child. In fact, he seeks Daemon out, as if he'd simply been waiting until the time was right. And he goes to mount Vhagar for the last time with grace, and without fear.

Also, there's no way Vhagar didn't know there was no coming out of that fight for Aemond. Regardless of what you think about a dragon-rider bond, we know for a fact that things like pain are transferred through the bond (Rhaenyra and Syrax), and the emotions involved with knowing you're about to die are too strong to not seep through. I've always had this headcanon that Vhagar made a conscious decision to go down with her rider, and I think that if she had knowledge (through Aemond) of his doom, this makes it all the more likely. There's something very beautiful, if very sad, about the oldest, loneliest dragon alive, deciding that if her rider dies she no longer has anything to live for. Or, even, deciding to fight for him, even if his heart tells her it will be futile.

Lastly, if the books are correct in their portrayal of his final moments, it means that despite the years he had to prepare himself, he cannot help but succumb to terror at the end. In the books, he is barely twenty years old-- barely beyond his teenage years--and so of course he dies as what he truly has been, all this time: a lost, and terrified boy.

In summary, I am not ready for what's going to happen to my baby boy :((((((((((((((((((((

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the other side of the door (1/3)

Ewan Mitchell x bestfriend!reader

a/n: so there was this, and now you have this. bish bash bosh.

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The one wherein your best friend breaks your heart.

The cast has gathered in Tom's apartment for the night, drinks and conversation flowing freely. Ewan brought you with him, as he always does. You've been his constant plus-one — to parties, premieres, and even group holidays.

You've been around them so much, that the cast members already consider you as their good friend.

When they first met you, they had mistakenly thought you were Ewan's girlfriend.

But no, he profusely fended off such allegations, clarifying that you were his "bestfriend, and other half." Doesn't he know that calling you his other half kind of makes it worse?

Because you want them to be right.

You've been in love with him for a while now.

And he doesn't feel the same. Talk about the sob story of your life.

Not too long ago, you and Ewan were a tangle of limbs on your couch, covered in layers of sweaters and duvets to keep warm. A film played on TV. It used to be one of your favourites, but not after that night.

One glass of wine led to another—a kiss on the forehead, a peck on the cheek, brushes of skin against skin.

And suddenly, you were kissing him.

And he was kissing you back with just as much fervour. Just as much love.

Or so you thought.

"Wait, love," he panted, pulling away, his forehead still pressed against yours. His every exhale fanned warmth over your face, and he was all you felt. All you saw, all you smelled. He was all around you.

"What?"

"We can't," he whispered, and you strained to hear him. "We can't do this."

Your chest tightened, and judging by his worried expression, he can see the distress clear on your face.

"Why not?" you asked meekly, your hands still clutching his chest.

He smiled sadly, brushing your hair away from your face. "We're best friends, my darling. I don't want to ruin this. What we have—it's good. Don't we keep saying that it's forever? I mean that."

"I know," you replied, shaking your head slightly, "but we've known each other for years, Ewan. Did you never think... about us? And how we could be... We could be good together."

"We are good together," he insisted. "Which is why we shouldn't change this. We're only going to mess it up."

"But I��"

"And," he cut you off, "I don't think I want to get into something like that right now. My career's just taking off, and I want to pour my entire self into it." He laughed dryly, as if infusing casual humour into the situation and trying to make it seem like it's not a big deal would make it all better. "Hell, I can't even think about dating anyone."

But I'm not just anyone, you wanted to say, but you kept it in. You know Ewan, and once he has his mind set, there is no changing it. Not without great effort and cause anyway.

You did your best to avoid him for an entire week after that, ignoring his calls and his extensive voicemails, but he eventually wore you down, showing up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a massive tray of your favourite dessert.

A peace offering. You're his best friend and he can't bear to have a rift between the two of you, he said.

He was right.

You want—need—him around. No matter what. Your true feelings can take the back burner.

This is meant to be forever, after all.

The hour is late and you feel exhaustion setting in. You think of heading home, but you can't find Ewan anywhere, and you have been searching for the last ten minutes.

"Hey, girly!" Phia cheerily says as she stumbles upon you in the hallway. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just a bit tired. Have you seen Ewan?"

"Oh, I don't know," she immediately replies. "He's not in the living area, last I checked. Maybe he's in one of the rooms upstairs? Taking a breather?"

"Oh, could he be?" He normally doesn't leave you all alone during these things, so if he's nowhere in sight, he must really need a minute to himself.

Before you can protest, Phia loops her arm around yours. "I'll come with you, love. Let's go and have a look."

Phia chats your ear off and you are grateful for the distraction, but nothing could have prepared you for what comes next.

You hear hushed voices from inside one of the rooms. As you near the one farthest from the staircase, the voices become clearer. The door is open just a crack, but the guest room is tiny enough that even the softest sounds are amplified in it.

There's a man's voice. Ewan's, as distinguishable to you as your favourite melody. Followed by a lilting, high-pitched giggle.

"I'm serious, Lou," Ewan says, raising his voice a tad, "I think I've had enough to drink."

Louise, the twins' cousin, groans playfully. You hear some shuffling. A mattress creaking under weight. "You're such a lightweight, Ewan."

"Hey! I'm not a lightweight," Ewan counters, humour seeping in his tone.

"Oh yeah?" Her voice drops to a sultry drawl. "So you're sober enough to come here and kiss me then?"

Your stomach lurches. You've only had one drink, yet the room tilts, and the walls seem to spin around you. You catch Phia's eye—her expression mirrors your disbelief, wide-eyed and incredulous.

She is about to push the door open, when you catch her wrist and shake your head vehemently. You whisper urgently, "Phi, let's just go."

"What? But he—" She pauses when the first smacking noises resound from the room. Louise moans against Ewan as she kisses him.

As he kisses her.

So much for him claiming he didn't want to date anyone. Maybe he just didn't want to date you. Let alone want you the way he clearly wants her—the way he's having her behind that door.

"What about the girl you came with?" you hear her ask.

"What girl?" He breathes, actually sounding confused. You feel nothing more than an afterthought. Just some girl he can't even remember.

Certainly not his forever. You're not even his 'right now'.

"Fuckin' hell," Phia curses under her breath.

"Oh," Ewan says, as it finally dawns on him, "she's... she's just my friend."

"Phia, let's go please," you repeat, more insistent this time. She hears the desperation in your tone and takes your hand comfortingly, pulling you along downstairs.

Fabien stands near the foot of the staircase, absently nursing his drink while scrolling through his phone. His gaze shifts when he spots the two of you, eyebrows lifting in mild curiosity.

"Whoa there," he says, his eyes scanning your face with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing—"

But Phia interjects roughly. "We're beating Ewan up later."

"Phia, come on," you mumble, growing embarrassed, "It's not a big deal. He can do whatever he wants."

"But he told me—"

"Wait," Fabien says, catching on, "Ewan's up there doing what with who?"

Before Phia can go on a passionate tirade, you exhale loudly, "Look, you guys. I just want to go home. I'll say bye to everyone and get out of here."

Fabien puts his drink down somewhere. "I'll go with you," he offers, without giving it much thought. "Since Ewan's occupied, and we hate him now apparently—"

Your brows raise, while Phia merely gives a thumbs up.

"—someone needs to see you home safe."

You smile gratefully. "You sure, Fabs? I don't want you to miss out on the rest of the party."

"Ah, don't worry about it," he smirks, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders as you head to the main room. "Knowing Tom, there'll be another one of these things next week."

Ewan stumbles down the stairs, his steps unsteady from the weight of too many drinks. But there's something else, a deeper unease twisting in his gut that he can't quite shake.

He needs you to make it all better, but where are you?

When he finds Phia pouring herself a glass of water in the kitchen, he asks for one too.

But she icily responds, "Pour yourself one."

"What?" He asks, but he doesn't dwell on it. "Do you know where—"

"She left," Phia shrugs, and Ewan wonders why she said that smugly, "not too long ago."

"What do you mean she left?" Ewan straightens, growing alert despite the haze of the alcohol.

"She was tired. Wanted to go home. She came upstairs to get you, but you seemed busy. So Fabien offered to accompany her, the sweetheart that he is."

The flood of information overwhelms him, but it's nothing compared to the hollow ache of your absence.

"I... I wasn't busy..."

"We heard you, Ewan," Phia says, disappointed. She watches the realisation dawn on his face for a full minute. The dread. The self-loathing. "I mean, it's none of my business. But maybe wipe that lipstick off your neck. It's bloody gross."

part two