#June Osborne

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE 1.08 Jezebels

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JUNE & NICHOLE OSBORNE The Handmaid's Tale: Season Four

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE 3.01 "Night" 3.13 "Mayday"

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE ⇢ 1x03 | LATE

“It was after the catastrophe, when they shot the president and machine-gunned the Congress and the army declared a state of emergency. They blamed it on the Islamic fanatics, at the time. Keep calm, they said on television. Everything is under control. I was stunned. Everyone was, I know that. It was hard to believe. The entire government, gone like that. How did they get in, how did it happen? That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn’t even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn’t even an enemy you could put your finger on. Look out, said Moira to me, over the phone. Here it comes. Here what comes? I said. You wait, she said. They’ve been building up to this. It’s you and me up against the wall, baby. She was quoting an expression of my mother’s, but she wasn’t intending to be funny. Things continued in that state of suspended animation for weeks, although some things did happen. Newspapers were censored and some were closed down, for security reasons they said. The roadblocks began to appear, and Identipasses. Everyone approved of that, since it was obvious you couldn’t be too careful. They said that new elections would be held, but that it would take some time to prepare for them. The thing to do, they said, was to continue on as usual.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

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Take Me Over

[Nick Blaine x Wife!Reader]

Synopsis: In the heart of Gilead’s oppressive regime, you find yourself thrust into a marriage with Nick Blaine, a man whose silent demeanor hides a truth you’ve realized to be shared.

WC: 2189

Category: Lime/Spice, Slight Fluff {TW — Forced Marriage}

I’m back at it again with another character that no one seems to write about 🥲 (I love him your honor)

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The dim light of the candles flickered in the oppressive silence of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands tightly gripping the stack of letters tied together by a brown string while you contemplated what you were about to do.

It’s been a total of two days since you were placed to be a part of the household of Commander Fred and Mrs. Waterford. Two days since you were forced into a role that you were not comfortable with. Two days since a new life was placed before you.

Two days since your marriage, and now here you are, sitting on the edge of a bed, dreading the moment that the door would open and once again reveal the man who was forced to be your husband.

Nick Blaine, that was his name, and it was all that was given to you. You knew nothing about him. All you knew was that you were his wife, and he was your husband, and you both had a role to play. Though, if the letters that you currently held in your hands were anything to go by, Nick Blaine, your husband, played the role of a rebel.

Shock. It was the first thing that you felt when you discovered the stack of letters hidden behind one of the drawers in the room. Then, curiosity. What exactly were they? You were so intrigued that you couldn't help yourself. You had to find out.

You didn’t regret it.

You didn't even want to.

What you had found was something you could not believe. Something so secret and dangerous that you could not fathom. The contents of the letters, the words written upon the papers, were like a breath of fresh air.

Stories, that's what they were. Stories that you would tell in hushed whispers. Stories that were passed around. Stories of the world before Gilead.

They seemed to be all handmaids. Handmaids telling their side of the story. Brave women who would take such risks, who would defy the rules, just to let their voices be heard.

They were inspiring, and as you read through them, you realized the more dangerous these letters were, the more powerful. And the more powerful they were, the more they were needed.

It was a small act of defiance, but it was enough. It was something that could keep the flame of hope alive, and that is exactly what they needed in the current situation.

But the question still stands. What was Nick Blaine doing with them?

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel, especially now that you were aware that a man of his stature and position could risk everything for the sake of those who were fighting against Gilead.

So many things were racing in your mind, but then it hit you. The soft glow in his eyes whenever Waterford’s handmaiden was around. The way he looked at her. Sympathy and guilt. He cared for her.

The revelation was almost jarring, but you weren’t too surprised. Nick always seemed different from the others. Hell, it’s been two days, and he hasn’t touched you.

You could almost guarantee that all the other men who were promoted and newly married would have already taken their wives by now. They would’ve taken their wife that night after the ceremony. But not him. Not Nick.

You were grateful.

He had a heart, and that's all that mattered.

A knock on the door snapped you back into reality, and before you could even respond, the door was opening.

It was Nick.

For a split second, the two of you just stared at each other, his eyes moving in slow motion as they trailed from your face to the stack of letters you were holding.

Of course, as he did so, all you could do was look at him in admiration. He was always easy on the eyes before, with hair and eyes that were darker than the luxurious dark chocolate you once loved to eat before Gilead. But, knowing what you know now, everything about him was just much more attractive.

But then, a flicker of fear was shown in his eyes, and all at once, the atmosphere seemed to grow tense.

Without saying a word, Nick stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. You could visibly see a sweat drop trickling down his neck as he tried to compose himself, his eyes never leaving the letters that were clutched tightly in your hands.

"Nick." You whispered, and you could see him stiffen at the mention of his name. The poor man was terrified, and it was heartbreaking.

"How much did you read?" His voice was rough and gravelly, and the sound was music to your ears.

"Enough." You answered, and without missing a beat, you slowly stood up and began to make your way toward him. "Enough to know I can trust you."

Your response was met with a surprised look, and it was clear to you that he was not expecting that. Truthfully, you were surprised yourself.

This was all new to you. You've never spoken so freely before, and you never expected the day would come when you would have the courage to defy the rules. But today was a strange day.

"I’ve never believed in miracles," You whispered, taking a few steps forward. Your eyes were locked with his, and you could see the surprise and curiosity swirling around in his beautiful, dark brown eyes. "but you might be the closest thing to one I could get."

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you slowly walked towards him, and as the two of you were only mere inches away from each other, you raised the stack of letters and gently pushed it towards him.

"You need to do better than hiding them behind a drawer, though. I almost tripped on it when it fell out." You said, and for the first time since you had met him, you saw his lips curl up into a ghost of a smile.

"Noted."

And then the two of you lapsed into silence. A comfortable silence that was filled with the soft glow of the candle and the faint crackling sound of the fire.

That night was the night your trust was built and the beginning of a bond that would eventually bring the two of you together.

It was a couple of months later, when he returned from Canada with the Waterfords, that your relationship from close friends to lovers began.

He’d gotten the letters out. He’d finally gotten them out, and as the news of the failed union between Canada and Gilead left his lips, all you could think about was the relief and the excitement.

Your heart was overflowing with joy, and your body was filled with a sense of warmth that you had long forgotten. Nick had done it. Nick had finally done it.

As soon as he finished recounting, you rushed to embrace him. A strong grip wrapped itself around his waist, and your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Nick, on the other hand, was stiff as a board. Even though you two were married to each other, he still felt that it was inappropriate for him to touch you in such a manner.

The thought didn’t last long, however, as you pulled away and gave him a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

Your smile was radiant. Your eyes were twinkling, and your face was glowing. For the first time in a long time, you were truly happy. And Nick didn't think that he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.

"I'm proud of you."

Your words were soft, and as you placed your hand on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your palm.

His eyes were locked on yours, and he could see the emotions swirling around in your eyes.

Relief. Excitement. Happiness. Admiration.

The list could go on, but in the end, all that mattered was that he could see the love that you held for him.

And that… that look was all it took for his hands to gently grasp your shoulders and guide you backward as you told him another set of words about how he was a hero and that he was amazing.

You didn’t even realize what he was doing until your back felt the concrete wall. Once you realized you weren’t moving anymore, you paused and looked at him, and the moment you did, your breath got caught in your throat.

Nick was looking at you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. His hands had moved from your shoulders to the nape of your neck, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver down your spine.

"Nick." You whispered, watching as his thumb grazed the outline of your bottom lip. It was a simple, tender gesture, but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You couldn’t get a response out, not even a single word, as you watched his eyes glance down at your lips, his own tongue darting out to lick his.

Then, his head was moving forward, and his lips were brushing against yours. It was a ghost of a kiss, barely touching your lips, but the electricity was there. It was a spark that made your entire body tingle and your heart race.

When Nick pulled away, he was met with your intense gaze. You were almost upset at the weak display. Even though you understood his hesitation, a part of you was hoping he would be braver.

"That's it?" You murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice.

And the moment those words left your mouth, he was smirking. He was actually smirking, and his fingers were running through your hair.

"Are you asking me for more?" He asked, his voice low and deep, sending another shiver down your spine.

"I’m not asking," You breathed out, leaning in close and pressing your forehead against his. The moment you did, his grip tightened around your waist, and his free hand slid down to your hip, squeezing it slightly. "You were brave enough to get those letters out. Be brave enough to kiss me like you mean it."

Those were the magic words.

He didn't say anything in response.

He didn't need to.

Instead, his hands went back to the nape of your neck, and his lips were once again on yours. Only this time, it was not a ghostly touch. It was real, and the moment his lips were on yours, all your senses were flooded with him.

You could feel his warm, plush lips molding against yours and the gentle way his fingers were running through your hair.

But what made you absolutely weak was the taste of him. Your legs were almost wobbling the moment his tongue slipped into your mouth. It was like a dance, his tongue brushing against yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And as the two of you kissed, all the tension and the desire that had been building up in the past months slowly dissipated.

Your heart was racing, and your mind was in a daze. The only thing you were thinking about was Nick and his lips. And as his fingers gripped onto the strands of your hair and the way his hips began to press against yours, all you could think about was getting him closer.

So, your hands traveled down from his chest and to his back, gripping the material of his jacket as you pulled him towards you.

The action elicited a groan from the back of his throat, and his hips began to press firmly against yours. You could feel the way his hips were subtly grinding against yours, and as his hardness began to rub against the thin material of your dress, the moan that escaped your lips was swallowed by his mouth.

The kiss was turning heated and passionate, and your lips were swollen and bruised. Your fingers were tugging on his hair, and his were clutching at the strands of your own.

His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, and a moan escaped your lips; the sound was swallowed by his mouth, and you could feel him smiling.

You and Nick were so lost in each other that night, so focused on the taste of one another and the way his body was pressed against yours; it created a bubble where you both were safe, warm, and blissful.

It was the first time in a long time either of you had felt that way, and that feeling continued to grow, and eventually, it blossomed into a love that was deeper than the ocean and brighter than the sun.

And that was when you realized that no matter what happened, the two of you would always have each other, and no matter how cruel the world was, the two of you would always find a way to stay true to yourselves.

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Okay I've just discovered your Nick and June posts and I am OBSESSED!!

Here's something interesting that I'd love for you to expand on.

In 5x10 when Nick punches Lawrence, I think that's the first time in 5 seasons that he's actually lost his cool. Alot of his emotions are telegraphed on his face in beautifully subtle ways, but with the punch, it's the first time he's had a real external reaction that he just want able to control. It's super interesting to me!!

Thank you! If you haven't, you might want to watch my edits of them too! They're always fun for me to do so I encourage people who want to watch them to watch them! Playlist of all the vids is below:

And you're right about 5x10! Absolutely. I think the outburst is a combination of a couple of things.

1. This isn't the first time June's life has been in danger but it is the first time that Nick wasn't there in some capacity to, if not prevent harm

or help her escape

then save her life

Even when she's being tortured in 4x03, he knows where she is, he has an idea of what's happening

and he's doing everything in his power to make sure she gets out

In 4x05, he doesn't know where she is, but he's keeping tabs as best as he can

and he didn't think he would need to have that in Canada, he thought that she was finally safe and when he did get an inkling of danger, he tried to do what he always did with a person he at least somewhat trusted

and it didn't work, he wasn't there, he couldn't help

and her safety is of paramount importance to him

That feeling of devastation for him must've been astronomical.

2. I think all of this was exacerbated by the fact that this season was spent with Nick actively working against his own emotions rather than simply hiding them. Even though he was taciturn or silent and had to communicate with a shift in his expression or a movement or a subtle gesture, he never attempted to repress his love for June, he never tried to lie to himself about her and now, he's doing his best to lie to himself, and repress his love, and be honourable to his wife and, the instinct, and the impulse to be with June, to overtly, expressly love her is there, it's very much there, but he ignores it

and that must've felt like suffocating

that these two things that each contain a multitude of other nuanced things converge and the only way for him to react is with an outburst of emotion

plus there's the fact that, when given the opportunity, Nick hits the men who have harmed June or put June in harm's way :)

Those are my thoughts on it anyway!

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for season 6 about nick!!!!!!!!!! (this is what bruce miller said)

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Nick & June's Mixtape Vol. 5

Yep we’ve reached THAT part of our collective mix tapes where it’s time for the tears. Season 4 saw June’s homecoming and Nick’s attempt to “let her go”. Brace yourself people, even the Nick haters found 4 09 hard to take.

I should have run away with you when I had the chance

Oh boy the legendary 4 09, a moment in THT history that’s notorious for unleashing a tsunami of tears. Nick and June meet for the first time in months, at an isolated icy location, but as he steps from the shadows behind her and calls her name, her face visibly melts. Turning to face him, the sun literally breaks through the clouds.

A wide shot depicts the initial distance between them, but as always it’s quickly overcome and they gather inside, huddling together in a warm and glowing light with their child “like a real family”. Unfortunately, like all their moments of happiness, it’s tinged with the sorrow and heartache of their inevitable separation. June has come to ask Nick for some help in the unending quest to retrieve Hannah, and he’s already 10 steps ahead of her, having compiled a treasure trove of photographs and information about her daughter. “You did all this for me?” June seems stunned at Nick’s willingness to stick his neck out to help her, the ensuing look on his face speaks volumes.

If you ever have to wonder why Blaine might be willing to stick his neck in the noose for just one chance to bask in June’s literal glow, consider how cold and isolated Blaine must feel in Gilead without her. Regret pours out of Blaine “I should have run away with you when I had the chance”, but he’s deeply mistaken. Gilead and their own peaceful existence as a family cannot occur simultaneously; Nick and June are our figurative Romeo and Juliet, invented as the perfect construct to illustrate what can be lost or broken by these types of regimes, and exactly why it’s necessary to fight.

The window and the hazy golden light is a call back to S2 when Nick and June stood in Waterford’s kitchen, named their baby and dreamt of a life together. In both scenes Nick makes an affectionate quip about their daughter being like her mother, there’s an overwhelming sense of love for June as the mother of his child in these moments. This scene also contains one of the most beautiful kisses you’ll ever see on THT. Blaine pauses ever so briefly, scans her face, senses his inevitable cue and dives in. There’s a sense of uncontainable longing, passion and as they break away…..so much heartache. Gilead continuously rips these two away from one another, but the irony is had it never transpired neither would Nick and June and neither would Holly.

I’d managed to hold it together up until this point but it was the doll that finally did me in. As he danced it front of her and laughed for the first time EVER, my heart tore open like a cheap paper bag, and I swore I heard the sound of a thousand Osblaine’s hearts breaking all at once. The cruelty of Gilead feels truly visceral in this moment. As The Nature of Daylight, a composition about war tearing families apart, plays in the background, we saw a snippet of what their family could truly be….the actual price they pay every day.

Eric Tuchman gave audiences something very special with 4 09, he didn’t just write a beautiful reunion between two of our favorite characters, he drove a deep and painful point home. For every “Gilead” there are thousands and thousands of Nick and June’s; families all desperate to be reunited and finally hold their children once again.

Try to be happy

Following on from our last track, 4 09 gave us yet another classic. Sitting there bleary eyed from the buckets of tears I’d already shed, I wondered exactly how much more of the heartbreaking anguish we were expected to take? Then Nick went and upped the ante and told June to “Try and be happy” without him, and slipped THAT ring on his finger. I was so horrified, I could have set my television on fire. We had to wait until the next season to actually meet Rose, she seemed fairly innocuous, almost intentionally unthreatening.

“Would I like her?” asks June, well yes definitely, the woman had exactly zero chemistry with Blaine. Watching Nick and Rose together was like witnessing an arranged marriage in which the agreed parties were courteous and appropriately affectionate but never passionate. Nick seemed determined to be kinder to Rose than he had been to Eden, however the only evidence that anything other than a polite handshake had actually taken place was the baby in her belly. “Try to be happy” June echoes Nicks words back to him through her tears in Season 5, and it’s then for the first time since S1 that we see inside Blaine’s mind’s eye. It’s filled with the two of them alone, kissing, flooded in a blinding light.

The moment is slowed down to emphasize the depth of his desire and obsession. It’s a memory turned fantasy that tortures him constantly. The light is so bright it almost burns and as he silently hangs up the phone, we see him standing alone backlit, underscoring not only the vividness of his memory of June but also his solitariness. This was inserted to impress the intimacy of his pain at being separated from Osborne, and it mirrors perfectly June’s memory of kissing Luke in S1. As always these reflections are somewhat skewed, Here we see June cry as she feels the pain that Luke endured as he stood on that icy bridge in S3, and listened to her tape. There’s a difference here though; Nick doesn’t love Rose, and he never did.

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our favorite ladies

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pov : you're about to be salvaged

or, “ they should’ve never given us uniforms, if they didn’t want us to be an army ”

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JUNE OSBORNE 5.06 "Together"

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE 1.03 "Late"

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osblaine x illicit affairs

it's been ages since I've made a GIF-set, please excuse this mess!

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my loves a.k.a. why can't i just ship couples that aren't tragic -- OsBlaine, The Handmaid's Tale Season 4 Episode 09 "Progress"