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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years ago

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Why Don't You Run From Me (Part Two)

Pairing: Sinister Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 3,106

Summary: Sinister Strange witnesses the death of his beloved, attempting revenge on the man who took her life. (There is also an appearance of Stephen and the reader at the end in their normal universe)

Warnings: Implied Smut, Character Death x2, canon-typical violence, angst, fluff (at the end), DSMOM spoilers (just in case)

A/N: The gif is credited to @schreiberpablo. I do not own the rights to any of the characters mentioned or their plots/movies.

The tips of his fingers brushed the hair out of her face as she laid down on the bed, covered in the thin bedsheet. She was resting, something that he should do more often, though he could not on this day. He had his suspicions, but he believed something was going to happen today. Something new he had never seen before, which would be remarkable given the state of his world, his universe. He needed to be prepared to protect himself and to protect her.

She opened her eyes, looking at him as he stroked her face. "Stay here with me, just for a few minutes." She begged him. Her body felt exhausted as she lay under the sheet. She observed him, seeing he wasted no time getting dressed in his sorcerer robes.

He sat next to her on the bed, resting his hand on her hip. "Not today." He replied.

She moved to rest leaning on her elbow as he placed his hand on her hip. Her hand gripped at the bedsheet covering her up. "Stephen, I thought we were over this dreamwalking-"

"That's not what I'm doing." He told her firmly, looking her in the eye. "I promised you I stopped that a long time ago."

Her eyes shifted between both of his. She had no reason to believe he was lying. This still worried her. "Why do you look like you're ready for battle then?" She was concerned, she made him stop dreamwalking, at least she thought she did. Her presence should have been good enough for him. As far as they knew, they were the only two humans left alive in their world. No thanks to Stephen, it was all his doing.

He gripped her thigh, his thumb brushing thin lines against her skin. "I always have to be ready to protect you." He didn't want to tell her what he thought was going to happen. He had a feeling something was going to threaten their happiness, what was left of it. He knew he was the only one strong enough to protect her, seeing as she wasn't a sorcerer or had any powers herself. She was defenseless without him.

She shook her head, looking up at him. "I'd give anything to know what was going on in that head of yours, Stephen Strange." Her free hand reached over to cup his, her thumb running over the scars on his hand.

"You shouldn't," he replied heavily. "You don't want to know what madness is going on."

Stephen stood up, placing a kiss on his lover's forehead before turning away. He knew that she was persistent, it was one of the things he contributed to her still existing in their world. When everything and everyone started disappearing from the fabric of reality, she stayed strong. She resisted the chaos he created out of his desperation to be with Christine Palmer, to find a universe where he was happy with her, and live the rest of his days with her. He began to think that being exposed to him on such an intimate level for such a long time now she could become affected by the darkhold. It would be something he would have to research.

The woman watched as he crossed the room. She spoke up, interrupting his hand from making contact with the door handle. "Do you remember the day we met? Not the first day we met. The day I came here when.."

Stephen's eyes looked down, watching his hand as his hand ghosted over the door knob. He exhaled a deep breath before responding. "I do." Stephen turned around to face her, his head turning to face her before his eyes did. He observed that she moved, sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet exposing her left leg and thigh, just covering her intimate parts. Her hair was bunched up in places, all thanks to his coarse hands. "You found me at the end of a dreamwalking session."

She nodded, her hands wrapping around the sheet that tightly hugged her body. "I couldn't walk into my apartment. All that existed was the door, everything else was gone. I came here, thinking that you were fixing what was going on."

Stephen gave a little nod, remembering the day when the two lost souls rediscovered the other. He was trying to figure out what her point was.

"I found you on the ground as the candles extinguished themselves. I ran over to you, thinking something terrible had happened. I remember crashing down onto the floor, reaching out to roll you over from your side. When I just touched your shoulder, I was thrown across the room. I remember seeing a purple blast."

Stephen gave her another nod. "You were concussed for a couple of weeks. You stayed here with me."

The woman nodded. "I had dreams of running around in a black, flowing gown through a hedge maze under the moonlight. You were chasing me, laughing as I called out to you." She stood up, the sheet bouncing with her as she began to walk away from the bed, draping the sheet around her, but letting certain parts of her body be exposed. Her shoulders and neckline, her leg peeking through the slit of the sheet. "You finally caught up to me, gripping my hips and spinning me in the air. My hands were on your shoulders. The sound of a clock tower could be heard in the distance. It was dark, archaic, a vision of.." She stopped short of him, within an arm's distance. Her eyes traced his frame before gazing into his coal-like pupils.

Stephen had wanted to throw her back into the bed, and give in to her request to stay. He craved to hold her again, to allow himself to feel love again. She may have saved him from his tirades of treason against other versions of himself, but she knew frighteningly little about what he was capable of. His irises fell onto hers as her eyes searched him, searched the windows of his soul. Or what little of a soul he had left. "a vision of what?" he asked her in a whispered tone between them.

Her lips parted as she spoke, her lower lip quivering. "Of a glimpse of what we still can be." Her words rocked a string inside of him. She could be tender when she wanted to be. She could also be harsh and cruel, something that wasn't a part of her before she stayed with him.

"You sound ridiculous. Is what we have not good enough for you?" His tone was dark as he questioned her, closing the distance between them. How could she easily make him melt one moment and then regret his choices the next?

She shook her head, one eyebrow-raising. "What we have now? Stephen, are you blind?" She pointed an arm towards the window, exposing the ever-disappearing world around them. Cars could be seen levitating and twirling in the air out of control. "Oh, I'm sorry! Is it too much to want to be able to dress up nice for you, go to a nice dinner at a restaurant, dangle off your arm? What about walking down the street for a nice breath of fresh air with you at my side? Or maybe wanting to have the moments where I'm sitting on the edge of my seat wondering where you are out there saving our world? Oh wait, that's right, you ran off on your pursuit for Christine Palmer!" She was still the woman who loved Stephen. She had wanted to have those normal experiences with him as his girlfriend.

Stephen glared at her as she began her argument. It was the same thing every time, he was growing bored of the same argument. "I'm not doing this again. I don't need to explain myself to you." He snarled at her.

"At what point did I say I wanted an explanation? I believe what I said was I'm dying not being able to live a life with you!" She responded to him. She took in a deep breath, watching the veins in his neck and forehead grow. "No." Her tone was back to her normal tone, pursing her lips together in a thin line. "Is it too wrong to ask you to tell me you love? Even if you don't mean it. Just tell me you love me, even if it's fake."

Stephen looked down at her, watching as her tone changed again. He was so blind in his attempts to get Christine back that he ignored all the signs that she loved him. She loved him with her whole being, every fiber, and every nerve. In a swift move, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him before crashing his lips on hers. Her arms extended up slightly, almost wanting to fight him off, but his touch was everything she wanted. She gave up, her hands gripping the sides of his shoulders as she reached up on her tip toes.

Stephen pulled her up, her legs wrapping around his wrist as he walked them back to the bed. He placed her on her back before crawling on top of her. "Y/n, you will never know how much I love you." He whispered in her ear before taking a nibble of her neck.

Stephen had been making himself aware of where Y/n was during the battle, making sure to keep this other Stephen away from her. She was smart and nimble. He knew she could watch after herself, but she didn't have any defenses against magic and mystic arts. He was tied for power against this other Stephen. He needed to retrieve the darkhold and harness more power from it. It took one moment of breaking eye contact from this other Stephen to the book when the blast happened. He heard the jumbled sound of piano keys and glass breaking, both of which could not drown out the sound of her screaming. Stephen threw a binding curse toward one of his other selves before rushing over to the window. He saw the piano turned over, then a hand coming from underneath the piano. She wasn't moving, he couldn't hear her. He couldn't feel her.

Anger filled his icy veins as he turned around. "You TOOK her from me!" He yelled, throwing another attack his way. "You killed Y/n! You are much like me, Stephen, but I still wouldn't endanger the woman I loved all for some pride." He watched as the man was trapped in a curse that rang loudly in his head. "I'm going to kill your Christine and then I'm going to kill you!"

This Stephen knew he had to stop his evil counterpart. Once he pulled himself out of the curse, he watched the Sinister one as he paced the room hurriedly. He threw his hands up, pulling music notes off of the music sheets around him, directing them to attack the Sinister man. "I can't let you do that."

The Sinister one was hit with multiple attacks from the music sheets. He learned quickly, then curated a stave and caught the rest of the notes on it. He yelled as he pushed these notes towards the good Stephen. The two men then held their hands out in front of them, their powers coming together in the center of the room. Stephen looked over to the harp, flicking his finger at it which created a new note. He directed the note to the ball of energy in the middle of the room. As the single note combined with the rest of the energy, another explosion was created. The Sinister man was then thrown out of a window, yelling as he flew through the air. His screams were silenced as his body crashed on the wrought-iron fence that circled the Sanctum. He felt every inch of pain that came with the fall; the pain of the glass scratching his skin, being pierced through his abdomen by the fence, the compression in his back as his vertebrae were crushed by the force.

The last thing he remembered was the horror on the red-haired woman's face as he opened his third eye for the last time.

Y/n had some food delivered to her apartment. Stephen had been resting on her bed, much at his request. He was beaten up and rough around the edges. The Cloak, his ever-faithful companion, had been hovering in the corner letting y/n tend to his wounds. She didn't have much knowledge about medicine other than some first aid training she received from a lifeguard job. She sat on the edge of the bed in her studio apartment, placing the bowl of warm water on the side table. She dipped a hand towel into the water, then taking the fabric to the cuts on his face. Stephen winced a little at the friction of the fabric to his face. "You don't have to do this."

The woman smiled, looking at him as he rested with his eyes closed. "It's the least I can do." She replied. She had still been stunned by what he had told her. "The multiverse is real?"

"Mm-hmm." He responded.

"And dreams are windows into the lives of our other selves?" She asked him.

Stephen opened up one of his eyes as she removed the towel from his face. "It's what I'm thinking. I had a dream of myself helping America, I ended up dying in the dream. And then, America appears, and a corpse of what I looked like in the dream."

She looked at him as she lowered the towel to her lap. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but it wasn't too out of the world to think. She looked down quickly, her nightmare still on her mind.

Stephen sat up a little bit more, watching as she grew silent. "Y/n?"

She looked at him knowing she had given herself away. "I had a dream last night, it was more of a nightmare. You were there, and an evil twin version of you was there. I was there too, but I was clinging onto the other you." Stephen had a feeling he knew what she was going to say next. "It felt so real. You were looking for a book, and the other you had kept from you. He refused to help you. I… There was a fight between the two… yous. I was standing behind a piano, and there was an explosion from your magic colliding with the other yous magic. I was sent through a window, and the piano was falling above me." She looked down before running a hand through her hair. She looked back to Stephen, the hint of a single tear formed in her eye. "Was that real?"

Stephen had reached his hand out, resting on her leg that was nearest to him. He gave a gentle nod, "It was." His words felt heavy as he confirmed the nightmare she lived through. Of all the infinite lives she could have peered into during her sleep, it was rather curious she landed in the life of her other self in the world he landed in. How dark it was, how dark she was.

She took in a deep breath before speaking again. "Oh, Stephen." She felt somewhat guilty for her other-self. "I would never say half of those things. I don't think that way about Christine. I don't want you to think I would… I'm so sorry." She felt embarrassed, wondering if he may have thought about her as somebody less after interacting with that version of her.

He gave her knee a gentle squeeze before his other hand reached for her hand. "You don't have anything to apologize for. I know that wasn't You. It was a different you, and after the life she had to live, I wouldn't blame her for her thought processes."

The woman looked at him as he reached out to her. He was genuine in his response, she could tell. That still didn't make her feel any less guilty for the person he met in that world. "I don't want to live a life like her." She told him, feeling that she connected deeper to that version of her in her dream. "She felt cold on the inside. Not just feeling numb emotionally. She was cold and scared, she wanted to escape that life. She wanted to live a good life with you- her you. And, I can't help but feel like I've taken our time together for granted." She confessed something that she could never keep from him.

Stephen gently pulled her into him, leaning back against the headboard as his arms wrapped around her, his hand reaching to caress the back of her neck. "I've taken you for granted, Y/n." The woman pulled up away from him a little, their noses almost touching as she looked at the man she knew she loved. She was afraid of telling him how much she loved him out of fear of him feeling it would be too much to take on. He was protecting their reality, now from more intrusive threats. "Y/n, I need you to know that I love you. You are more than just somebody to me. I'm not afraid of loving somebody or having somebody needing me. I just get scared sometimes."

The woman closed her eyes when he told her that he loved her. It felt like a heavy weight that fell off of her shoulders. She opened her eyes again watching him as he continued. It was almost euphoric hearing him as he trusted her with his thoughts. It was hard to admit those types of feelings, and it was something you didn't just tell anybody. They were reserved for that specific person, and they certainly had their effect on her. Her stomach felt full of butterflies as her hand reached up to cup the side of his face. She began to close the distance between them, her lips parted; then the doorbell rang. She sighed, the tip of her nose now touching his. That was when the Cloak swooped over to the door. It was the food delivery.

Both Y/n and Stephen chuckled as the Cloak took the delivery and shut the door behind it. "So, as you were saying," Stephen replied to the beautiful woman he had caught in his hold.

"You're such an ass." She joked with him, both laughing again. Then she closed the gap between them, pressing her lips to his.

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pathetic-midgardian · 3 years ago

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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness spoilers ❗🛑

As a Doctor Strange fan it makes me sad that every critic and analysis of the marvel fans is about every easter egg and cameo and references and how it ties into the next projects and yeah sure, that's what we do with every marvel movie/serie but- like still there's always the character fans who flood the internet with pictures and comments, metas, analysis about the character's arc. And even tho I know Doctor Strange has a little fanbase I thought he would become more of a favorite with this movie yet everyone's talking about the director and everything else than Stephen 🙄 so here are my favorite things of the movie about STEPHEN STRANGE because it's his movie!

Doctor Strange (2016) ends with Stephen keeping the broken watch as a reminder of his choice to serve the mystic arts. The Ancient One taught him that "it isn't about him" so he renounced to his old life as a neurosurgeon because there are other ways to safe lifes. He chose to use magic not to fix his hands (his life) but to help protect the world from bigger threats.

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) ends with Stephen fixing the watch ⌚ because he's now facing his fears, he used it before broken as a reminder of Christine and his love for her, but he was scared and he knew he wasn't good for her (the new life style is dangerous) so he stood away from her to protect her. Then the 5 years passed and he comes back to find she's engaged. So fixing and stopping using the watch is a way to give closure to that part of his life (he knows now that they don't end up together in any universe).

I am so glad we got Donna Strange crumbs, with all the America and Wanda things going on they had some brain left to remember this was a Stephen movie. I would have preferred a flashback something we could see. But ok 😐

Christine's line "face your fears Doctor Strange" !?!? hello!? *chef's kiss* because you know the fact Stephen's lost almost every person he's cared about in his life and that's why he chooses to put his asshole personality as a protector barrier because he's afraid of loving and be loved because he knows how it always ends 💔 (his parents, Donna, Víctor, Christine, TAO, Mordo, Peter Parker)

Speaking of Peter, he remembers he helped Spiderman to return his variants to their universes but he doesn't remember he is Peter :( so he decides to adopt the next teen he meets lol

We are past typical orange magic shields! I was getting bored and frustrated 🥴 THANKS for the magic 🪄✨ variations in this movie: turns water into red wine, the thing he did to see the monster, then some green magic not time stone related, also Defender Strange using white/blueish magic, Defender Stranger absorbing Américas power, the thing he did with some monster hands to remote control them and kill Gargantos, I love how he and Wong team up so coordinated. Sinister Strange purple's magic, also that Stephen and our Stephen using the darkhold magic (red), dreamwalking on his variant's dead body while also controlling the souls of the dammed to create a cloak and fly but also those looked like vampire wings ?! NEAT.

He's so extra 🤲🏼

Scarf cloakie!

Don't like the CGI of the third eye 👁️

838 Stephen's suit and cloak 🥵

"I love you in every universe" 😭💔

Would have loved to see him not only having dreams of another universes but nightmares about Dormammu/IW/Endgame

You remember the scene where he freaks out he killed a Kaecillius (Dormammu)'s zealot?! he said he was never taking a life again so I wanted to see him haunted by how he had to proceed the only way the could win but by letting Tony die, sure he didn't kill him but I think he feels guilty

Even if you don't ship Ironstrange c'mon he saw 14M possibilities of the IW/EG in his universe and even if every scenario lasted 5 minutes that's more than a lifetime of knowing Peter and Tony, you cannot convince me they didn't get to be at least very good awesome-facial-hair bros 💔 Tony's sacrifice hurt as much as casting the spell to forget Peter, and as much as losing Christine or Donna 😭

So I'm mad none of what he's done for the world is mentioned here :(

I love that he basically didn't care what Wanda did in Westview, he was like "yeah not here about Westview idc, honestly? would've done the same lol you're past that now you did the right thing by freeing those people ... but I do care someone's trying to kill my newly adopted child"

CLEA 💜 please step on me

"Face your fears Doctor Strange" / "Unless you're afraid" ✨ 100/10

#stephen strange #mcu #doctor strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #dsitmom #mcu metas

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unprofessional-bard · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1 - Small Beginnings

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Pairing: Joel Miller × Female!Reader/OC

Summary: Joel, Ellie and the reader start their month long journey to Jackson. Although it takes time for the reader and Joel to get to trust one another, things develop quicker with Ellie.

Word Count: 5.668

Warnings: Canon typical violence, detailed description of bloodshed/gore and death; PTSD related events and some sexual tension ;)

Author's Note: Here goes another part of the series! There's this one bit where the reader and Ellie are sleeping, I was kind of inspired by that one scene in the beginning of Lady Bird where Christine and her mom are sleeping, so... Anyways I hope y'all like it 🥰

Enjoy!

Moving out of Carmel and Indiana altogether to Illinois was quite the challenge but it didn't take you all too long to reach a city named Peoria. The route Joel had picked was crawling with infected and you had to take detours to avoid them, barely having any time to rest; but when you reached the city in question, it turned out to be awfully quiet there. Although Joel knew you were special forces, he was impressed with your precision and combat discipline - but of course he kept it to himself.

"The weather is getting colder," Ellie commented when you all settled down on a secure, empty house- the sun was beginning to set.

Before you left the building in Carmel a few days ago, Ellie had fetched Kurt's backpack while Joel and her were collecting some ammo from the room he was held in. You couldn't look at your teammates' dead or infected bodies, you couldn't dare - it would've been too much to take in all at once. All you had asked of Joel and Ellie was to close their eyes if they were possibly open, and waited for them at the other end of the hall, crying quietly. Joel gave you your rifle (it had your name on it and it was left on the same table as Kurt's backpack) and Ellie handed you Kurt's bag with his stuff in it.

"I thought you might want to have this," she had said with melancholic eyes.

You smiled and thanked her. She clearly wasn't aware of who Kurt was and what he meant to you. He had his famous jacket and blade rolled up in the bag, a few supplies and ammo and finally, a picture of both of you on the front pocket. He was like a teacher and guardian to you, you wouldn't have survived this long if it weren't for him and knowing he was no longer with you destroyed you, stabbed you in the guts and made you feel sick. Of course you had to swallow it all down and wait until either you reached Jackson or met your maker on the way.

"Hey, why don't you wear this," you took Kurt's jacket off and tossed it to her. "It should keep you warm at night."

"What about you? You're more exposed than I am," Ellie objected as you were still in your undershirt. It had more blood on it than it had while you were in Carmel.

"I saw a clothing shop around the corner," you smiled and grabbed your rifle from the table in the living room. "I'll swing by quickly, see if it still has some clothes in it and I'll get us all something warm."

"You're not going now," Joel entered the room. "The sun is setting."

"It hasn't yet and I'll be quick, don't worry." You turned to leave but Joel stopped you. "It's right around the corner, you saw it. We need new clothes, Joel."

He hesitated for a moment, then moved out of the way. He often forgot you were as quick as a snake in grass.

You cleared out the single runner in the store, which had no legs and had his spine following it around like a tail. The store was quite empty at first, but you checked a couple of rooms in the back and found a lot of clothing from the "autumn collection". There was a tricolour raincoat that could fit Ellie, you also grabbed a black blouse for her and moved to the women's section. You quickly started feeling the texture of every blouse you came across (your options were more limited comparing to the kids section) and eventually grabbed a dark brown blouse, then searched through a bag of jeans. There were only two left, one your size and the other significantly bigger. It felt weird, finally getting your hands on normal clothes.

Just before you moved onto men's clothing, your eyes landed on the underwear section for women. You began digging through it but there was no normal underwear left. What you had was dark coloured thong's and brazilian's and matching bra's.

"Yeah... Who'd wear these in the middle of the apocalypse..." you muttered to yourself and groaned. You had no other choice but to take them and you hated how fancy they were, with their laces and everything.

You made sure to grab Ellie some underwear too and you wished you were as small as she was, for children's underwear looked more comfortable and normal. You felt odd at first, wondering how she'd react, but she needed clean clothing as much as you did.

You moved to another room, dug through men's section which was also quite empty. The only things left were plaid, lumberjack shirts and a sack of black t-shirts, so you immediately grabbed one of each.

You quickly sneaked back to the house, praying that you wouldn't get into trouble as your cargo was quite heavy.

"That was quick," Ellie told you as you set your rifle aside once more, making Joel wait outside the room as you handed Ellie the clothing you got for her.

"Told ya," you smiled. "These are for you... I uh, I hope you don't mind that I got this too."

You showed her the underwear and her eyes widened: "Oh, um- thank you."

Although it was a bit awkward, Ellie was grateful nevertheless. While she got dressed, you went to the room Joel was in.

"I got something for you too," You announced as you walked in. "It's not much, the shop was completely ransacked, but it should do."

"Oh," Joel, surprised, took the clothing and studied it before quietly saying: "Thanks."

You smiled shortly and moved to leave, but his voice stopped you: "Uh, I don't wear XXL..."

You turned around and smirked: "Oh, my apologies, did you really think I was focusing on the size while looking for something to wear?"

Joel sighed and nodded: "Right... you got yourself some stuff?"

"Of course I did," you rolled your eyes. "Finally, kissing this nasty thing goodbye."

Joel's lips turned upwards slightly, then you walked out. He actually appreciated the way your undershirt hugged your frame. You were built quite well, body resembling one of an athlete's - thanks to the torture like training you'd gone through pre and post outbreak. Joel shook his head, what the hell am I thinking, and began changing.

You walked into a bedroom with a mirror and sat down on the bed, slowly removing your undershirt. It used to be white and decorated with different stains, now it was completely red.

You froze at the sight of your body - it was almost completely covered with dried blood and bruises, your mind immediately reminding you of the events that happened dayss ago.

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"Well, well, well; if it isn't our fish out of water lads..." you heard the all too familiar British accented voice behind you as two hunters pressed you down to the floor along with your teammates. "You really are hard to kill, eh? Well, well done Gabe."

You struggled against the men who were holding you down, spitting blood on the floor.

"Gabe! You son of a whore!" Maxim, the teams sniper, yelled and earned himself a punch in the gut. You breathed furiously against the floor, anxiety rising as you had a few ideas on what you were going to face, watching Gabe walk over and greet the leader of the group.

"Move them upstairs," the leader commanded and the hunters dragged you off the floor to your feet. You tried to escape but they were built like an ox - you doubled over when one of them punched you in the gut, blood coming out of your mouth. "Put them in the room to the right, except for this one..."

He walked over to you slowly and grabbed your jaw tightly, making you growl and spit on his face: "This one goes to the room on the left... She'll be my special guest after I gut all of her teammates."

And with that, he wiped the blood off his face and sucker punched you, making your vision go black.

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"(Y/N)?" You heard Ellie knocking on the door. "Can I come in? I have your jacket."

You quickly walked to the door and hid behind it before opening it: "Thanks Ellie."

You closed the door once more and muttered to yourself: "I can't wear these before I get cleaned..."

The only thing you missed about the Boston QZ was the showers. They were cold and you didn't have any soap, but in the end you still got cleaned.

You quickly walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and digged through the cupboards to find something - anything to help you get rid of the blood. When you couldn't, you tried for the bath aimlessly. You were caught completely off guard when water hit your face, so you shrieked.

"Holy shit," you breathed heavily, too surprised at the water streaming out to hear Joel's footsteps bursting in through the room.

"(Y/N)?!" Joel called for you when he walked in and saw your discarded undershirt. "Are you-"

"I'm fine, there's water here!" You spoke excitedly, but suddenly the water almost stopped pouring. "Oh no."

"What?"

"The water's stuck, I think?" You tried to pull the shower head out but it didn't work. "Quick, pass me my knife!"

"Where is it?"

"In my bag!" You pulled harder on the showerhead as he went through your bag, only to come across your new set of underwear. He froze at the sight, but immediately grabbed the knife after you shouted Quickly Joel! His eyes widened even more when he saw your half naked state, but didn't stop from going in and giving you the knife. You got into the tub and cut the showerhead off, water immediately coming out and pouring onto your body.

"Ah! Shit-" you gasped at the cold touch of the water and stumbled out, body completely soaked.

"Son of a bitch," Joel stared at the bathtub in awe before turning to you and looking you up and down. "I guess you, uh, you should go first. Keep it short."

"Yes sir," you rolled your eyes.

Joel quickly walked out, his stomach doing a flip, almost bumping into Ellie.

"What happened?"

"(Y/N) found some water in the bath..."

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck yeah!" Ellie exclaimed. "Our luck seems to be turning ever since she joined us, huh?"

Joel didn't make a comment even though, when he looked at it, you really did bring some luck with you.

You quickly washed your hair and cleaned the blood off with your fingers as fast as you could - your arms, chest, lower body, legs...

"You've got to be kidding me..." You smiled when you got out and came across towels in a cupboard in the bedroom. You dried off and called Ellie once you were dressed up, letting her know it was her turn.

While you waited on her to finish, you went over to Joel: "Do we have any bandages left?" You showed him your arms and wrists: "They're not quite healed yet."

Joel looked at you from where he was seated - you looked so different in normal clothing and with your hair down and wet, he almost thought you looked real pretty.

"Yup," he cleared his throat and proceeded to bring some out of his bag. "Sit here."

You sat across him on a leather couch as he applied the new bandage: "This place is so weird, it's almost untouched. I found some towels and more clothing you might wanna see in the wardrobes."

"M-hm," he hummed, then moved onto your other arm.

"It's feels so good to be out of those clothes," you smiled, trying to make conversation. "If only there were some socks, I'd be complete."

"Yeah... like the little set you got for yourself?" Joel (actually) teased, making you blush.

"How did you- Oh, right..." You remembered he had to rummage through your bag to find your knife. "They were the only ones left!"

"Right..."

"I mean it! Do you think I'm in the position to impress someone in the middle of an apocalypse?"

"I'm just messin' with ya," Joel smirked slightly and looked at your face once he was done. "Did you by any chance come across jeans or something in those wardrobes?"

"Pants, shoes, underwear- as I said, this place is untouched." You replied and pulled your sleeves down as he got up and left.

The journey from Peoria to the outskirts of Omaha, Nebraska was mostly uneventful. Every day you gained more strength, keeping watch more than Ellie and Joel as Joel seemed to trust you a little more now. You had also discovered that Joel's brother, Tommy, was waiting for them in Jackson. He used to be a Firefly that you helped here and there - you used to send aid whenever you could to the Fireflies, as you thought they served a better cause, but that vision got destroyed once Tommy and a few others quit. You worked with him quite often and were surprised to find out that him and Joel were brothers - for multiple reasons.

"Uh, was Tommy by any chance a Firefly?" You had asked one day, cutting through a shady looking buding in Bloomfield.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I used to help them get around FEDRA a few years ago- how come you ended up separately?"

"Wait, what-" Joel began, but the sounds of clickers interrupted him. "Shit."

You immediately raised your rifle and got into position in front of Ellie: "Stay behind me."

It was just two clickers on the entire floor - you made it out without breaking any sweat. You decided not to ask about Tommy again, not getting to hear the rest of the story until you reached Jackson.

It had been approximately two weeks ever since you left Carmel, now you were in Omaha, clearing out yet another apartment to rest in. You hated breaks in buildings, you preferred lakesides, where the water was calm. What you liked about the country and the route was the abundance of lakes and rivers. You got to clean yourself more often, wild life was mostly around it so you didn't starve and it was safer around water - unless it was a stream. You always walked far away from streams, it earned you a few questions but you always managed to avoid them.

Joel was less grumpy with you each passing day. What Ellie had said about luck when you found water in the shower stuck with him, as the road was mostly clear for the three of you; not encountering large groups of Hunters or any herds for a couple of days made things a lot easier. Comparing to his journey from Boston to Carmel, Joel had to agree you were like a good luck charm.

There were a few clickers on the floor that needed to be sweeped. You and Joel moved side by side through the corridors, quietly taking out the abomination. You slowly walked through a door and swept the room with your eyes quickly.

"Clear- through here," You whispered. Just as you were inspecting a crack on the ceiling, a deafening shriek filled your ears and two clickers fell through the crack, bringing half of the ceiling down with them. You jumped backwards to where Joel and Ellie stood, tripping and falling on your back, grunting as quietly as you could. Suddenly, you felt Joel's hands under your arms, dragging you up and away from the wreck. He backed the both of you up to the corner of the room as the clickers slowly got up. Ellie quickly hid under the desk on the other side of the room, but you couldn't get a hold of your footing while trying to keep an eye on her and bumped right into Joel, pushing him into the corner completely with your back pressed tightly against his body. You were breathing too heavily, Joel had to put his hand over your mouth. The closer the clicker got to you, the more you pressed yourself against him. You bit your lip and slowly took out your knife.

The clicker, after making its distressing and obnoxious noises inches away from your face, turned around and walked over to the other one.

You sighed as best as you could with Joel's hand over your mouth, his breath coming down hot on your neck and ear, making you shiver involuntarily. This situation could've been better if our lives weren't at risk, you thought as Joel slowly removed his hands from your waist and mouth. You immediately went for the kill, decided it was too risky to stay here, then moved to another floor.

"Phew," Ellie had said once it was safe. "That was way too close."

"Yeah," you replied, slightly shivering at the memory. However you weren't sure if it were your closeness to Joel or the clickers almost falling on top of you that made you shiver this time.

Days later, somewhere near the Wyoming border, you found an empty cabin in the forest. You'd just escaped a herd and decided to hide there until it passed entirely. Luckily, they were coming from Wyoming; you would've had real shitty luck if it were the other way around.

You had been keeping watch for the past two days so you barely got any sleep, you were restless and tired, so Joel took watch and gave you and Ellie some time to rest.

The cabin was very small, it had only one double bed in the only other room connected to it. You both laid down and just as your eyes were about to close, Ellie started asking a variety of questions which were unrelated to each other, eventually putting you to sleep with her hushed voice. Ellie had really grown on you and you could tell she liked you too. You cared a big deal for her and, as you'd grown older and spent every day with her, she really brought out a motherly side to you; which wasn't entirely bad but it wasn't too good either.

A few hours later you woke up for a brief moment, out of the blue. You were facing Ellie: She was asleep, her body rising and falling slowly. She looked so adorable and at peace like this, it made you smile. You carefully brushed a strand of hair out of her face and watched her for a while, slowly slipping back to sleep.

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"Please... let her go!" you whined.

"Shut her up!" The man growled and one of the men who were holding you punched your side, making you cry.

Your vision was blurry, but not blurry enough to keep you from seeing the scarring images of your teammate being tied to a tree next to a stream by her ankle. She was passed out, beaten by the group of Hunters who held you captive, so she couldn't do anything but let them throw her unconscious self into the water.

"No! No! Please!" You sobbed, blood pouring from your mouth.

You watched her drown in the stream, crying helplessly. Your only hope was Kurt's tracking skills finding you before she drowned completely - however minutes passed, which felt like eternity, but Kurt didn't show up. You cried and begged, but they didn't listen.

"My, my. What a devoted leader you are... But don't worry darling," that annoying, triggering British accent laughed. "You'll be joining your girlfriend very soon."

You watched as they cut the rope around Felicity's ankle, and watched as her body brutally hit the rocks and fall down the waterfall; making you scream: "NO!"

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"(Y/N)," you woke up again to the hushed voice of Joel.

"Hm, what's wrong?" You whispered sleepily.

"Your turn to keep watch, c'mon."

Ellie greeted you when you got up and left the bed for Joel to rest, commenting on how much you slept. After awhile of hesitation and silence, she asked about who Felicity was.

You tensed at the mention of Felicity, you must've talked in your sleep.

Felicity was your best friend. You knew her since forever -ever since you were children in kindergarten- and you both enlisted after school was finished. You went through everything together, you survived for twenty years in this mess; until one day you two were ambushed while scouting a new area. It was your first encounter with the same group of Hunters that ambushed you out in Carmel. Felicity's death was the reason why the new recruit, Gabe, was brought to Alpha One.

"Maybe some other time, Ellie," you said weakly. You felt sick to your stomach, like you did when you stepped outside and saw a glimpse of one of your teammate's corpse.

"Are you alright?" Ellie asked. "You're very pale."

"Yeah, I just... I just need to lie down, I think." You ran your fingers through your hair, feeling dizzy.

"Why don't you go lie back down? I can keep watch." Ellie offered. "I'll come wake you up if something happens, I swear!"

"No, Ellie," you gave her an apologetic smile. "I'll stay for a bit, if I feel worse I'll go, okay?"

"Fine," she huffed and settled on the edge of a window across you.

Nausea hit you like a tidal wave after only 10 minutes and you launched yourself out of the cabin, Ellie hot on your heels. Kneeling under a tree and getting what little food you had in you out, you doubled over to the ground after you finished vomiting, which was overdue. Ellie helped you back inside, brought you your water and walked you into the bedroom where Joel was long passed out.

"Call for me if you need anything."

"Alright, you too." You replied after reluctantly lying down next to Joel. "Hey Ellie?"

"Thank you sweetheart." You smiled as best as you could when she turned around, then returned the gesture.

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"The legendary Alpha One leader, (Y/N) (L/N)..." the man walked around you as his goons tied your ankle around the tree like they did to Felicity. You barely had any power to fight back with your beaten up state, but the shock of your best friend's death and your fate being decided by a bunch of Hunters had adrenaline pumping through your veins. "Look at 'er still kickin' lads! Ha ha! Like the dead fish she is!"

"Fuck you! Fuck- I'll fucking get you, you son of a bitch, you hear me?!" You struggled against the pairs of arms holding you down, right above the stream. "You'll fucking die! I'll kill you for this!"

"Don't be funny lass," the man laughed. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one with a rope around my neck- or my ankle, if you prefer. Show her what we do to people who try to interfere with our business, lads!"

And with that, you were thrown into the water.

You held your breath at first contact, but the water kept going against your nostrils. You tried to swim to the surface, but you realised you couldn't really move your arm. You groaned and let out some of the air you'd been holding at the realisation that your arm may be broken. Was this really how you were going to die? Was this really it? Your body felt like it was going to explode with the amount of adrenaline and shock and the rest of the emotions you were going through, ready to give up. Just as you were indeed ready to give out, however, you felt yourself being dragged by the ankle. Were they cutting the rope or-

With one hard pull, you flew out of the stream with a loud gasp, choking on water as you landed on your back.

"She's alive! My god she's alive!" You heard Kurt yell and rush to your side. Guess this wasn't how you were going to die after all. "I got you darling, I got you."

You gasped for air, looked around for hunters only to find the rest of Alpha One slowly approaching your position. Knowing you were safe, you relaxed and began sobbing violently: "It's okay (Y/N), I'm here, you're safe."

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Your eyes slowly fluttered open at the sudden overheat. Your body was turned to the left, but with more weight on it. Something hot was blowing against your face and something else was pressing down on your waist. You slowly got grip of reality, only to notice that it was Joel partly cuddled up against you. Your eyes widened but you couldn't really move - his arm was loose around your waist but you didn't want to wake him up

This is nice, having some sort of physical contact which didn't pose a threat-

Stop... you thought to yourself, but then realized how your forheads almost touched.

Shit shit shit...

Your face scrunched up at your situation, cursing yourself internally for being so weak and getting yourself almost ill to end up sharing a bed with a man you'd only known for, what, two weeks?

And he was somewhat cuddling you in his sleep. How did he even know you were next to him?

He suddenly shifted a little, getting impossibly close to you, his hand almost touching your rear and making you feel uneasy. Your teeth were going to crush and your jaw was going to lock up if you stayed like this any longer - this made your imagination run wild, involuntarily of course.

It had been somewhere near 15 years since you got involved with any type of romantic and sexual activity, you were touch starved and Joel was incredibly attractive -impossibly so- with his deep voice, handsome face; all the muscles hidden under that green shirt of his... He was rough; he had this air of dominance to him which got you flustered from time to time. But what also attracted you to him was the possibility of a soft side, hidden deep beneath tough layers of walls built over the past 20 years.

You were involuntarily getting turned on when his hand was practically on your ass so you cleared your throat, more quietly than you had intended, to which he didn't respond. God fucking dammit-

"Look at you lovebirds! Ew..." Ellie's comment woke him up instead, you acting like you were sleeping as well so neither of them suspected a thing.

"Oh god," you moved away as Joel mumbled an apology, retreating to his own side.

"I'd say get a room, but-" Ellie continued but Joel interfered.

"Just-" Joel gave that one impatient glare of his you got so used to, making Ellie immediately stop talking.

"Okay, okay!" She raised her hands defensively. "Well, I thought you should know, I think the herd passed."

"You think?" Joel and Ellie went outside quickly, but you stayed exactly where you were, sat on the edge of the bed.

You were disciplined and certainly had self-control, but you never had had the time to grieve anyone properly. You just pushed it away and stayed strong for everyone in Alpha One, you realized how you never made grieving an option for yourself. It wasn't the first time you had lost someone of course. Your parents, friends, people you were acquainted with in a variety of places... but Feliciy drew the line and Alpha One crossed it with it's entirety. You really needed to get to Jackson, you didn't know when you would slip and lose your composure altogether.

Joel walked back in to tell you that it was time to move, but halted when he saw you still sitting at the edge of the bed. He felt embarrassed, he felt like he probably triggered a bad memory.

"Hey... You alright?"

"Yeah yeah, just, gimme a second," you said, swallowing back the urge to cry.

"Look, I'm sorry, I- I wasn't doing it knowingly," he tried to explain without tumbling over his words.

"No it's fine, really," you spoke and turned to face him. It was more than fine, in fact. As awkward as it was, it made you feel a type of warmth in you which you hadn't felt in quite some time. "I um, I shouldn't have invaded your space-"

"Nonsense," Joel interrupted immediately, taking a step toward his side of the bed. "Ellie told me you got sick, you had every right to rest."

You were expecting him to be angry with you for leaving Ellie by herself with a herd passing only miles away, but you reckoned he was more embarrassed than angry. You couldn't blame him, he never acted soft, ever, this must be truly awkward for him.

"We gotta move," Joel cleared his throat and reached for his bag on the floor. "You feelin' alright?"

"Yup," you partly lied. "Let's go."

And so continued your journey, onward to Jackson which was at the other end of Wyoming. Joel and you had very few chats after what happened in the cabin, only really talking when Ellie started up conversation.

One night, days later while you were in Casper, getting sidetracked for the umpteenth time, Joel joined you in watch while Ellie slept.

"Y'know, you sometimes talk in your sleep," he started conversation as he sat across you.

"So I'm told." You pursed your lips, memories of Felicity starting to resurface in your mind.

"You kept mumbling a woman's name," Joel tried. "Was she your..."

"I don't wanna talk about it," you snapped, more because you were scared rather than you were angry. You were scared, because you knew it would hurt once you started talking.

"Okay," Joel looked away. Ever since you started travelling with them you'd been nothing but nice and caring toward him. Even though you were ex-military. You felt so human to him, as if you weren't in an apocalypse. Most people lost themselves and their humanities in the past 20 years. He'd seen god awful things, including the slaughter of your team, but a piece of human still remained in you. He'd seen how you were with Ellie and he really appreciated how you treated her like a little sister... or even like a daughter from time to time. He knew from the beginning, deep down, that he could somewhat trust you when Ellie first told him your stories at the QZ... but one can never be too careful.

"So," you felt bad for snapping at him, so you tried to change the subject. "You and Tess smuggled her outside the QZ, for what?"

Joel visibly got tense at the mention of Tess' name, so you backed off. "Nevermind."

Joel didn't say a word but he thought about you. Once you were in Jackson he had to tell Tommy, that meant you were going to find out why him and Ellie were out in road sooner or later anyway, but he picked later for now.

"I, uh..." you tried again, cringing internally. "I want to ask you a few things, but they all might connect to something in your past, so..."

"Yeah," Joel nodded. He was both surprised and amused at your honesty.

You stared at him for a while as he stared at the small fire in front of you. You really did want to get to know him a little, but getting to know people have been like walking through a minefield for the past twenty or so years.

"I reckon you were a soldier before all this?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Yup- spec ops." You nodded. "What about you?"

"I, uh, I was a carpenter."

"Really?" You asked in disbelief.

"What?" He looked offended.

"No, I mean it's just that- you're this big rough guy and- shit, I dunno, I expected something else?"

"Rough guy, huh?" Joel chuckled. "What did you expect?"

"Anything but a carpenter... though I can see it now, with the shirt and everything."

You both chuckled. Joel bit his lip and stared at the ground for a while before giving into his curiosity: "I can't help but ask... how old are you?"

"Now that's not a very ideal question to ask a lady, isn't it, Mr. Miller?" You smirked.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry ma'am." He mocked and rolled his eyes.

"I'd say... around my late thirties?" You had no clue about precisely how many years it had been since the outbreak. "I was twenty when I joined special forces, six months later everything went downhill."

"I'd hate to break it to ya, but I think you're either forty or forty one."

You gasped: "Shit, already? What about you?"

"That'd make me around... God damn..."

"What, fifty?" You laughed.

"Something around that..."

You immediately stopped laughing, cheeks heating up a little. He can't be fifty!

"Forty eight," he mumbled.

"Well, if it's gonna make you feel better, you look a lot younger." You smiled.

"I can say the same for you. I thought you were no older than thirty-five..."

That was the first time you'd had a conversation other than the route. A genuine conversation about each other's personal lives- on some level anyway. It felt nice. Conversations like this with Joel, although brief, took your mind off things. Ellie's too of course, but sometimes she got a little too curious for your liking, but you weren't rude about it in anyway. And that's basically how it went until you reached Jackson: Watching each other's backs, small talk about the stuff that didn't relate to his and your background and slight teasing here and there. You became more comfortable around him after that night and he seemed to be getting more comfortable and trusting as well. You knew you shouldn't be getting too attached, as you knew you wouldn't be seeing them again after they left you in Jackson, but you couldn't deny the fact that they kept you going - that they kept you safe.

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #tlou x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfiction

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ayeun · 4 years ago

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the only person I respect in Bling Empire is Anna (spoiler alert up to ep 5)

Anna - a queen. stays in her own lane but people keep going into hers and testing her. she’s confident, genuine and nice, expects nothing in return and actually has manners. gives sound advice and wisdom and living her best life.

Kane - on thin ice. i love his unfiltered commentary and social intelligence/awareness but hate the fact he’s a shit stirrer and enables/supports bad decisions knowing the consequences. ofc, the show wouldn’t be what it is without him planting those seeds. he’s v smart on who not to cross. honestly he reminds me of some people in high school i’d never want to befriend LOL..

Kevin - big dumb hetero energies. honestly i don’t think he’s as “hot” as people make him out to be. there’s this look on his face that makes me think “oh this guy isn’t smart”, and he truly isn’t. his face KINDA reminds me of an Asian Joe Rogan lmao. i think the thing that makes him the least attractive for me is him being a horndog and making inappropriate remarks in front of Kelly AND Andrew(no sympathy for Andrew, but who tf says they’re gonna fuck someone’s gf in front of them???) the whole salsa thing was hard to watch because of how fucking CRINGEY it is of how he attempted to dip and kiss Kelly like 3+ times. get a fucking clue, dude, and give her some space?? also hate Kevin’s FAKE vibes w trying to get on everyone’s good side to keep these rich people friends in his circle. Kevin’s supposed to be relatable to the “poor audience” but Kevin has a net worth of over $10M, which is double Kelly’s. yet this mfker pretends to be poor. also him defending Anna and then quickly making it up w Kim even though she still hasn’t apologized for the shit she did. it kind of feels like Kevin’s shooting his shot at all the “rich and hot” girls just so he has something to go off of and start a relationship w them after this all ends.

Kim - hate her. not only did she invade the space and privacy of someone who graciously INVITED HER OVER AS A GUEST, but she won’t own up to what she did wrong even when politely given the chance to. that shit’s on camera what you did, just own up to it?? also her doing shit bc “haha it’s for the camera” and chucking Anna’s shit out the window. why not just remove yourself from there, bitch? also i can’t stop looking at the bad/unnecessary contouring job on her nose and her face looking like she got an ig filter on it. girl just do ur smoky eye and call it a day. you actually look worse with contouring!!!!!! she’s also got those fake vibes and pretending everything’s cool with everyone when it’s actually not.

Kelly - sure whatever feel bad for her for being in the toxic relationship, but also this bitch leading Kevin on KNOWING that he likes her by accepting going to salsa with him and entertaining his fantasies by responding back. Just say no?? tell him to fuck off??? you’re rich you can distract yourself with thousands of other things and with other people. the feeling i get of WHY she wants to keep dating Andrew is to have that connection to a “well-known actor”, that she’s dating a celebrity, and that he’s white “to boot”

Christine - hate her fake ass “philanthropist” shit. the reason she’s throwing these events is just to boost her social status/standing amongst the rest of the rich people and showing off her “generosity”. the whole seating drama, inviting Anna over convo was cringe all over. the name dropping and then the trivia? typical holier-than-thou attitude lmao. people who try to flex their knowledge and then not know wtf they’re talking about themselves is just EMBARRASSING. i felt bad for her one point on the getting pregnant thing but then i thought to myself. wow, fuckin bitch. hope she really does have to take care of 5 children in the future but that should be okay for her so that she can brag about having 25th generation Song Dynasty princes and princesses. also her comment towards Cherie was so awkward. “woww you guys are not married and u got kids??? id get shamed for that w my family!” ALSO Baby G’s celebration..there was a fucking ballpit that SHE PUT in there and she gets ANNOYED bc Anna, whom she invited, jumps in and has fun?? LMAO lord...

everyone else i didn’t write about i don’t really care about enough to / they didn’t have enough screen time for me to truly judge

#ayeunpost #bling empire

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lovesamillionstories · 4 years ago

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100 Free Stagedorks Headcanons Babey!

They Infodump to each other constantly

They watch bootlegs together

They have weird noise contests where they just make random sounds and whoever makes the weirdest one wins

Jeremy paints Christine's nails even if he's not very good

She also paints his but she's really good and does pretty nail art.

They say I love you a lot

Christine and Jeremy share stim toys

He finds it a lot easier to be dorky around her

Jeremy calls Christine, "Chrissy"

Jeremy makes Christine a lot of charm bracelets

She makes him little stuffed animals

They listen to musicals on shared earbuds

They practice lines together for shows

After rehearsals they always make hot chocolate or lemonade depending on the weather

They like to bake together and always make a giant mess

They study together, Jeremy helps Christine with focus problems

Jeremy loves to kiss Chrstine...not just on her lips but also her cheeks and her forehead and her nose

Christine likes to steal Jeremy's cardigan and Jeremy finds it adorable

They do cosplay together and make the costumes

When they're both really excited together they're very loud

They play with kittens at the animal shelter even if Jeremy is allergic

They're always so happy to see each other even if they saw each other like an hour ago

They make pillow forts

Jeremy makes her daisy chains and she wears them until the flowers die

They sing along whenever they listen to musicals together

They write fanfiction together.

Jeremy reads the warrior cats books because Christine likes them, he ends up emotionally invested

They both cry at movies

Christine sits in Jeremy's lap

Christine puts her hair in pigtails and Jeremy dies on the spot

They learn sign language together

They like to do scenes from musicals together, with costumes and everything

They're planning to write a musical together

Christine loves learning about Jewish things from Jeremy

Jeremy helps Christine babysit her younger siblings

Christine's five year old sister Sadie asks if Christine is going to marry Jeremy and she always gets embarrassed because yes she wants to but also like they're so young

Jeremy draws pictures for Christine all the time and she keeps them all

They hold hands any chance they get

Christine smooches Jeremy's hands

They try and watch a horror film once and end up terrified

Whenever Jeremy has trouble sleeping Christine rambles to him about something until he's tired

Jeremy loves telling people how pretty his girlfriend is and how he loves her so much

Christine likes to tell people about how her boyfriend is so sweet and she loves him so much

Christine has a weighted blanket and Jeremy loves it so much that she gets him one as a gift

They buy a bag of 1000 ladybugs and release them for fun

They have a roadway trip planned to New York to see a ton of Broadway shows. They can't do it because they don't have enough money but it's very well planned out

The both lose their shit whenever they see a baby because they both love babies

They paint together and make a huge mess

They go thrift shopping together and look for weird clothes

They try weird cooking experiments that usually come out horrible but sometimes work

Jeremy writes Christine love letters

They like going on weird dates and almost never do anything typical like going out to dinner

They see a lot of local theater together

Neither of them will kill spiders, they just name them and it scares their fiends

They paint an underwater scene on Christine's wall. They don't ask her parents for permission

They try and copy the noises of every bird they hear

Christine tries to hand feed squirrels while Jeremy reminds her that rabies are a thing

They feed and try to make friends with stray cats

Christine said I love you first and it took Jeremy a few minutes to say it back because he just could not believe it

Sometimes they have long emotional discussions about the struggles of being neurodivergent

Christine cuddles Jeremy and lets him be the little spoon whenever he's feeling sad

Christine helps Jeremy with anxiety

Jeremy learns ways to help Christine with her rejection sensitive dysphoria

Christine is bad at remembering her ADHD medication so Jeremy reminds her everyday

Christine always sends Jeremy a good morning text

They're prone to talking very late at night, especially during the summer

They go on walks in the woods and nearly get lost every single time

They try and save money for Broadway shows but end up spending it on something stupid

They have a minecraft wedding

They play Pokemon together

They also watch the Pokemon anime

Jeremy watches my little pony with Christine even if he was a little apprehensive about watching a girls show but he got over his toxic masculinity and ended up liking it.

Christine thinks the bright colors Jeremy likes to wear are the coolest.

They take too many couple selfies

Jeremy's got a whole folder on his phone just for pictures of Christine

They build model kits together

Christine tries to teach Jeremy to sew and he injures himself too much

Jeremy shows Christine video games, she ends up better then him

Jeremy makes jokes about Christine being his gamer girl gf

Jeremy teaches Christine all the constellations

They both text with a lot of exclamation points

They go to pride together

They share custody of a betta fish that lives in Christine's room and say it's their son

They talk about moving to NYC together after high school

Jeremy sometimes gets insecure about their relationship but they always talk and work it out

Christine gets upset when she can't make Jeremy feel better when he's sad

They go on dates to build a bear and make bears for each other

Their senior prank is putting glow stars on class room ceilings

They spill glitter on Christine's carpet and they can not figure out how to get it out

They go on dates to the fabric store where Jeremy helps Christine pick out patterns and fabric

Jeremy Instagram is basically just him posting about how much he loves Christine

Jeremy's nervous about Christine meeting his dad but Mr Heere loves her to bits immediately

They like to read to each other

They go all out on snacks for movie nights

Neither of them really like Halloween after Jake's party so on Halloween they watch non scary movies in Christine's room

Whenever they find a new musical or show they listen to/watch it together

They have matching socks

Jeremy can pick Christine up

They go to prom together, Jeremy thinks Christine in her dress is the prettiest thing he's seen ever

They take forever with goodnight texts because they take too long with the the I love yous.

#be more chill #bmc #jeremy heere #christine canigula #stagedorks #stage dorks #im...#im soft

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ironstrangeao3 · 4 years ago

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Dance With The Devil

by YunaYamiMouto

Toni Stark had never been oblivious to how the world viewed her and her weapons-making. She was the Merchant of Death, a demoness, the devil himself - or herself in this case. But what happens when she meets the ACTUAL devil? How does it change her life? The fate of the world?

Read to find out!

Words: , Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Worlds Collide, Part 4 of Female Tony Stark Runs The World (And They're Mostly Smart Enough To Let Her), Part 1 of I'm In Love With The Devil

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers Assemble (Cartoon), Doctor Strange (2016), Doctor Strange (Comics), Doctor Strange (Animated Movie), Doctor Strange: The Sorcerer Supreme, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Stark Robots (Marvel), Friday (Marvel), Peter Parker, Vision (Marvel), Guardians of the Galaxy Team, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Carol Danvers, Hope Van Dyne, Happy Hogan, Scott Lang, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Hulk (Marvel), Nick Fury, Harley Keener, Loki (Marvel), Maria Hill, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), T'Chaka (Marvel), Dora Milaje, Phil Coulson, Everett Ross

Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange & Wong, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Clea Strange/Stephen Strange, Donna Strange & Stephen Strange, Tony Stark & Wong, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Tony Stark & Stark Robots, Tony Stark & T'Challa, Tony Stark & You (Iron Man movies), Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Dummy (Iron Man movies) & Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) & Tony Stark, Ancient One & Stephen Strange, Friday & Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Shuri, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark & Stephen Strange, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) & Harley Keener, Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Shuri & Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Vision, Tony Stark & Hope Van Dyne, Scott Lang/Hope Van Dyne, Tony Stark & Pepper Potts, Gina Atwater/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: BAMF Tony Stark, BAMF Stephen Strange, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Dancing, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Male-Female Friendship, Female Tony Stark, Canon-Typical Violence, Typos, Maybe - Freeform, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, almost, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Genderbending, Cloak of Levitation (Marvel), Stephen Strange is a Good Bro, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Stephen Strange, Possessive Stephen Strange, Magic, Old Stephen Strange, But he looks the same as in cannon, Immortality, immortal Stephen Strange, He may as well be god, Read to understand that tag, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Epic Friendship, Protective Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, shit happens, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Arguing, Making Up, First Kiss, First Meetings, First Dates, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Iron Man 3, Post-Iron Man 2, Post-Iron Man 1, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Post-Avengers (2012), Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Civil War Team Iron Man, Iron Man 1, Iron Man 2, Iron Man 3, Awesome Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Not Canon Compliant, Infinity Gems, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) is a Good Bro, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Lives, WHAT!? is the favorite word, Supernatural Elements, kind of, Demon Summoning, Also kind of, Dormammu's ass is kicked, Good riddence, Shock, Surprises, Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Some angst, Stephen Strange Is a Little Shit, Don't Like Don't Read, Extremis Tony Stark

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#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #fanfic #ao3

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polarishq · 4 years ago

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Meet RIVER MONTGOMERY. They are THIRTY THREE years old and hail from LOS ANGELES, CA. River embodies the star, ANTARES. They use they/them and he/him pronouns. Their faceclaim is NICO TORTORELLA.

Antares reminds me of a bright smile that warms even the greyest of days, the sound of raucous laughter at a midnight party, sheets gripped in fists during moments of pleasure, moon bathing, tingling lips after a stolen kiss, whispers and soft touches between lovers and friends, the lingering scent of cologne, swirls of cream in your morning coffee, waking up next to attractive strangers, photos from a party you can’t remember.

BIOGRAPHY

River was born to a loving, yet slightly controlling family. Generally, they played a little too loud, laughed a little too long, and pushed the boundaries of their rules a little too often. They were the rebel with a bright smile, playing outside with their friends until the streetlights came on – or their dad came out with a flashlight and a threat to ground them for a week. Those adventures continued as they grew, changing into sleepovers that were actually house parties, sneaking out of their window to meet with a partner their parents didn’t approve of, and stealing from the local chain grocery store just to stick it to ‘the man’. While they’ve never spent any time in jail, their reputation for being a wildcard followed them into adulthood.

They always knew they were special, given their uncanny ability to trick their friends during hide and seek by throwing their voice in a different direction than their hiding spot, or imitating a friend’s during marco polo in the swimming pool. By the time they turned 13 and their mother found the mark, everything finally made sense. It wasn’t until they were much older that they started to hone their visual magic, starting with shadows at the corner of someone’s eyes, or a fluttering of bird’s wings in a neighbor’s field of vision as they walked to their mailbox on a Saturday afternoon. In a move that was both supportive and a means to an end, their parents shipped them off to study magic and bring a sense of order back into the family home.

River is a lovable hot mess, who somehow manages to keep it together long enough to actually study and get the grades their father would be proud of. They’re known for speaking their mind even when what they have to say isn’t popular or might hurt someone’s feelings. They embody the friend you can go to no matter the situation and find safety in their understanding and empathetic nature, knowing they wouldn’t share your secret even if it killed them. Being their parents’ only child, their bank account is constantly being topped off as a love letter they’d never send, or a loving phone call that would never be made. Sometimes they exchange emails to keep each other updated, but over the years their relationship has dissolved into a polite, yet distant one, and both sides haven’t bothered to try and change that.

INCLINATION

Antares: the trickster in Scorpio, also known as The Rival of Mars, as it is often mistaken for this planet in the night sky. It typically sponsors the hidden observers, those hiding in plain sight to gain knowledge. The user’s power manifests in air and water, with the ability to imitate the sounds and physical forms of the people around them. While they can recreate voices and sounds from afar given the unlimited movements of the wind, their visual magic is limited by their proximity to whoever they want to fool. The user must be within a certain distance in order to complete the illusion by reflecting light and color on unseen vapors of water.

CONNECTIONS

Filling the role of Aliena Ferreira’s Found Family.

Filling the role of Abigail Alcott’s Client.

Filling the role of Elijah Jimenez’s Best Friend.

Penned by Christine ★

#air.#taken.#christine.#antares.#student.

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operaghcst · 5 years ago

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META ; Phantom and Love

“But you’re crying! You’re afraid of me! And yet, deep down, I am not a bad man. Love me and you’ll see! To be good, all I ever needed was to be loved for myself. If you loved me, I would be as gentle as a lamb, and you could do with me as you pleased.” ( page 235 )

As to be expected from a novel that many have described as a kind of Beauty and the Beast story, and from one of literature’s big time obsessives, the Phantom of the Opera has a lot to do with love. Namely, the very dark, very obsessive love Phantom/Erik has for Christine Daae. But aside from his, however badly he may go about expressing it, genuine love for Christine, there’s another, very important aspect of love for Phantom.

Namely that he childishly believes that if he is merely loved than his sins shall be absolved, his flaws wiped away, and he shall become like an ordinary human.

Aside from the quote above, Phantom also talks to the Persian about how he has become a changed man since he became “loved for himself” (in reference to Christine and how he, at the time, believed she loved him despite his deformity) and there is also, of course, how he describes his marriage to Christine:

One of the things mentioned when Phantom is describing the kind of isolated, loveless life he lived was, well, just how loveless it was.

“Oh, how good it is, Daroga, to kiss someone! You would not understand! My own poor, unhappy mother, Daroga, never let me kiss her--she recoiled from me and made me cover my face--nor did any other woman!” ( page 272 )

It needs to be understood that prior to the events surrounding the ending of the Phantom of the Opera, Phantom had never experienced any real form of affection. There was the Persian’s rescuing him from death, but aside from that? Nothing. He never truly experienced a mother’s love, a father’s love, a genuine friendship (because despite the Persian being the closest thing he has to a friend, near the end he does treat him awfully), and least of all a fulfilling romantic relationship. So, with zero personal knowledge of how love is, certain ideas about it took root in Phantom’s head.

Phantom mentions repeatedly when he’s trying to convince Christine to marry him (or else he blows up the opera house) that if she just loved him, he would be a good man. And that’s all he needs for his numerous character flaws to vanish and for him to become “good.” Except this entire idea is completely childish and wrong. Love may fix other Beasts and their hideousness, both inside and out, but love is not what takes even a step towards making Phantom a better man in this story.

But love isn’t just the magical balm to cure him of his evil, love is also the gateway to living the ordinary life Phantom always dreamed of living:

“I just can’t go on living like this, buried like a mole under the ground! Don Juan triomphant is finally finished and now I want to lead a normal life. I want to have a wife like any normal man and take her out on Sundays. I have made a new mask that makes me inconspicuous. [...] You will be the happiest of women. We shall sing for ourselves and no one else, in rapturous bliss!” ( page 235 )

His thinking is very simple. He loves Christine. Ordinary men without deformities such as his also love and then take these people they love as a spouse. They do (what he believes to be) typical activities for a married couple. They walk on Sundays, the husband amuses and makes his wife happy (as Phantom desperately offers, almost in apology for wanting Christine wed to a corpse that could not satisfy her in any other way other than music and his tricks), and all is well and normal. If he loves, and is loved in return, then he shall be a step closer to living a normal life instead of the strange, freakish life he led.

Does this belief carry over after his death? Most likely. However it’s possible due to how his wondrous life and horrifying nature was overemphasized with how people saw him, he just chases after the idea of making whoever he believes Christine is his spouse, without understanding why that’s so very important (other than him taking the love he had for the actual Christine and temporarily applying it to them) to becoming normal.

There’s then how Phantom reacts to even the slightest morsel of love and affection. When Christine manages to trick him into thinking she’s accepted him, deformity and all, in her first kidnapping:

“Then he turned round, for he believed me, and I too, alas, had faith in myself. He raised his skeletal hands to the heavens in a gesture of thanks and fell at my feet, with words of love... words of love in his dead mouth. The music had stopped. He kissed the hem of my dress and did not notice that my eyes were closed.” ( pages 149-150 )

And then when he manages to give Christine a very innocent kiss on the forehead and the two cry together:

“Listen, Daroga, listen to me! While I lay at her feet, I heard her say, ‘Poor, poor unhappy Erik!’ and she took my hand! From then on, I was ready to die for her, like a faithful hound, Daroga! [...] I replied that, where she was concerned, I was merely a faithful hound, ready to die for her. She could marry the young man whenever she pleased, because she had granted me her tears!” ( page 272-273 )

Due to how absolutely deprived Phantom has been his entire life, the most innocent of affectionate gestures become grand and meaningful and life-changing. When moments before, Phantom was wanting to keep Christine with him in his simulation of a normal life forever, he finds himself moved and willing to let her go and be with Raoul.

Despite this, however, I say it was not love that had started to change Phantom for the better. He could have received that affectionate gesture and still kept Christine forever. It was the fact that he chose to let her be free (though with the request to come back when he is about to die) and go marry the man she loved rather than carry out his own selfish desires that put him on the path to become a better man.

Of course, as a Servant, this growth has become completely reversed. He may remember that forehead kiss, he may remember letting Christine go, but his selfishness and childish has returned full-force because that’s what people remember about him. Even if he’s still a faithful hound to whoever Christine may be at the moment, he is also still the insanely jealous and possessive man that almost killed Raoul and the Persian, and cared not about the deaths he caused of others if they were not important to him.

#▌ ♬ ↪ META. ⟨ my soul and voice are imprisoned forever. ⟩#▌ ♬ ↪ OOC. ⟨ she's there ; the mun of the opera. ⟩#happy valentine's day. i really like talking about this aspect of the phantom's character #because when i say he acts like a child. this is part of it.#it's not just throwing tantrums and being pissy when he doesn't get his way #it's also how he views the world and how he views being a normal human

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allycat-writes · 6 years ago

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For the Greater Good

A/N: Yes, here I am again, writing something not even slightly Rami Malek related so sorry about that but Doctor Strange is like. My favorite or maybe tied for favorite with Carol Danvers? superhero and I’ve now seen Endgame like twice and I’m totally not trying to convince my husband to see it again nope not at all and I just. I need to write for my favorite magic doctor and I’ve had this OC (Juliet Taylor) for like. Forever I guess? So. Here we are! Thanks to all the usual folks for everything you guys do!

Warnings: Blood. It’s a little angsty? But it’s definitely probably considered fluff. I think swearing only happens like? Twice? So really not bad compared to most of my stuff.

Also, as always my lovely followers, if you like it, please reblog it as well! Likes are nice but reblogs are golden and typically mean that I would literally fight someone for you???!!!!!!

This had to be at least the tenth time that Dr. Palmer had heard that familiar voice ring out, “Christine!” since Stephen Strange had disappeared and returned as a changed man. She spun on her heel, just about ready to scream until she saw the look of terror on Stephen Strange’s face as he cradled the battered and bloodied woman in his arms. The color drained from Christine’s face. She motioned a nurse with a gurney over as she jogged towards him.

“What happened?” Christine asked, her voice soft as he laid the girl down on the gurney.

“She’s lost a lot of blood. Lacerations on her arms and legs from being pushed through a window.” Christine gave her former friend an exasperated look as they wheeled the girl away. Stephen stood frozen in his spot as he watched the medical staff roll Juliet through a set of double doors. He raised a shaky hand to play with his gold wedding ring, his stomach in knots. He stayed frozen, staring at the doors until Christine came back. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, motionless, but a quick look over his shoulder out the window told him that night had fallen long ago.

“She’s stable now, if you want to come to the room they set her up in and maybe give me a goddamn explanation for what happened to her,” Christine sighed, raising a hand to rub at her temple. Stephen nodded.

“Yes, of course.” Christine sighed, again, before turning to head down the hallway. Stephen followed, his pulse still pounding in his ears as he wound his way through the familiar corridors. The second they entered the room, Stephen made a beeline for the chair beside Juliet’s bed, clutching her hand like a lifeline. “She was supposed to be guarding the sanctum, safe and sound with Priscilla. But she...” Strange trailed off, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “She shouldn’t have been there. She got between me and my......attacker. She was knocked through a window. Luckily, we were only in a one story building but....” Christine watched Stephen as he laid his head on the bed, beside their entwined hands.

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When she finally came to, Juliet wasn’t sure how long she’d been lying still. Her limbs were heavy with sleep and sedatives. After a moment of consciousness, her eyes fluttered open, searching for the source of the faint beeping noise. She turned her head to the right, her eyes landing on a heart monitor. She heard a noise from the other side of the room, her head swiveling to the door, watching as a woman in a doctor’s coat entered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him, as curled up in the chair as his six foot body would allow him, fast asleep. Juliet relaxed as the doctor approached her.

“Hi, my name is Christine Palmer, I’m your doctor,” she began, her eyes fixed on Juliet’s face for the slightest bit of discomfort at her name. Juliet laughed softly, turning to look at her.

“Doctor Palmer. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Juliet replied, smiling slightly. “How long was I out?”

“Two days, nineteen hours, and 17 minutes.” Juliet turned to look at Stephen, her eyes wide as she noticed him sitting up, watching her. Juliet laughed softly.

“You look like shit, Strange.” Stephen chuckled.

“I’m not the one lying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines and IVs, Strange,” Stephen replied, scooting forward to take her hand in his trembling hands and rest his elbows on the bed beside her. Juliet relaxed, watching Stephen examine her with his icy blue eyes. Christine smiled as she started towards the door. “Christine!” Stephen called, causing her to turn back towards him as she paused at the door. “Congratulations on the engagement. I meant to say that earlier.” She smiled, nodding at her former flame.

“Congratulations on the wedding and baby,” she replied, her eyes flickering between the blonde in the hospital bed and Stephen smiled, nodding back. Christine stepped out of the room, shaking her head lightly. Stephen turned back to Juliet, pressing his lips against her forehead. He sat back down, leaning his elbows on the bed as he took her hand in his trembling hands. She turned her head to watch him. After a moment his icy eyes narrowed at her.

“I told you to send Wong. You were supposed to be guarding the sanctum.”

“Wong was watching the sanctum,” she replied, evenly, her face blank.

“And what about Priscilla?”

“Peter and MJ are watching her. I made sure she was safe before I went to help you.”

“You shouldn’t have been there. I need you to keep yourself safe. I don’t want to lose you.” Juliet narrowed her eyes at her husband.

“Is that an order?”

“If it needs to be,” Stephen replied, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly.

“No. You don’t get to tell me that. Not unless, as your wife, I can order you to do the same. I don’t care if you’re the Sorcerer Supreme. If you get to tell me that as the Guardian of the New York Sanctum I am not allowed to risk my life to do my job, then I get to do the same.”

“I can’t promise that. The greater good comes first.”

“Exactly. Neither can I. It is my duty to protect the sanctum in order to protect everyone. No matter the cost, Stephen.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Just as it is your duty to protect our reality from those that would seek to destroy it.” After a moment, he opened his eyes, nodding.

“Alright. I apologize for trying to tell you what you can and cannot do. It won’t happen again, darling.” Juliet relaxed, reaching her free hand out to gently run her fingers through her husband’s hair, smiling when he leaned into her touch. Juliet glanced at the door as she noticed movement to find Peter Parker standing in the doorway, a look of worry crossing his features.

“Hey, magic mom. You feeling okay?” Juliet smiled, struggling to sit up. Stephen sighed before standing up to help her into a sitting position, rolling his eyes good-naturedly at the nickname.

“I’ve definitely had worse, Pete.”

“Good. Cissa was really worried about you—”

“Mommy!!” Priscilla yelled as she ran into the room, followed by an exasperated MJ. Juliet laughed as the young girl launched herself into her mother’s arms. Juliet winced slightly at the feeling of the IV in her arm being pulled by her daughter’s body weight, causing Stephen to pick her up into his arms instead. When Priscilla turned her head to pout at her father, Stephen rolled his eyes.

“I’m immune to your tricks, little one.”

“Why can’t I see Mommy?”

“You can see her from here. But you need to be careful with her so you don’t hurt her on accident. You don’t want to pull on any of the wires and such attached to her. Her arms and legs are still pretty sore, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Mommy has IVs?” Priscilla asked, her eyebrows furrowing together. Stephen stared at the small child.

“Where did you learn about IVs?” Priscilla shrugged.

“Me and Mommy were watchin’ somethin’ and the pretty lady had one in her arm so I asked Mommy what it was.”

“Mommy and I, darling,” Juliet reminded her gently, with a soft smile.

“Oh! Right! Mommy and I.” Priscilla nodded, her expression serious as she caught her father’s eye. Juliet smiled.

“You two look so alike,” she breathed, watching the pair. Stephen chuckled, pressing a kiss to Priscilla’s dark hair, his eyes shining with amusement as they met Juliet’s eyes, his own mirth reflected on her face. Peter smiled as Juliet looked back his way, giving her a wave as he took MJ’s hand. She mouthed “thank you” before the pair turned to leave the room. Stephen sat back down in the chair, turning Priscilla around so she was seated on his lap as she started catching her parents up on the events they had missed since they saw her last.

“—and then! Then Pete and MJ came here and we found you!” she finished, taking a deep breath.

“Sounds like you had an exciting weekend,” Stephen mused, his lips quirked up into a half smile as he played with the ends of her hair. Priscilla nodded, vigorously, leaning back against her father’s chest to look up at him.

“I did! But I missed you and Mommy. I wasn’t sure when I would see you again,” she sighed, screwing her nose up at the thought of being without them for much longer.

“You don’t need to worry about that, sweetheart. We’ll always make sure you’re taken care of,” Juliet replied, trying to quell the small child’s worry. Priscilla nodded, still leaning against Stephen’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. A soft knock sounded at the open door and Juliet glanced over to find Christine lingering by the door, her expression soft as she watched the little girl with the curious gray eyes. “Prissy, this is Daddy’s friend Christine. They used to work together. She’s a doctor,” Juliet began, drawing Priscilla’s attention to the newcomer.

“I wanna be a doctor one day! Maybe I can be a magic doctor like Daddy!” she exclaimed, smiling up at Christine as she approached her. Christine crouched down, offering her a hand with a soft smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” Christine breathed as Priscilla took her hand, shaking it lightly.

“Hi! I’m Priscilla Natasha Strange!” Priscilla paused, looking between her parents for a moment before she continued, “It’s because I have pretty parents.” Juliet hid her smile behind her hand at her daughter’s matter-of-fact attitude. Stephen chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Priscilla’s head.

“You do. They did good with you. How old are you?” Christine replied, grinning at Stephen before she stood up.

“I’m four and a half years old!” Priscilla answered, with a smug expression before worry crossed her face. “Miss Doctor Christine?” Priscilla asked, looking up at her from her father’s lap.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“When can Mommy come home?”

“Let me take a look at her and I’ll see about that, okay?” Priscilla nodded, settling back on her father’s lap, her hands placed patiently on her lap as she watched Christine. Christine smiled again as she moved to check the bandages on Juliet’s arms, lifting one up gingerly. She replaced the bandage, checking the other arm before moving to her legs. “Well, your injuries are healing nicely and I don’t think they’ll get any sort of infection. You’re lucky you didn’t break anything and that the cuts weren’t as deep as they could have been, considering how they happened. You did lose a lot of blood for them being as shallow as they are, but how are you feeling? Are you dizzy or fatigued? Lightheaded?”

“I’m stiff and a little sore, but aside from that, I feel fine.”

“I’m gonna keep you here for another couple of hours just to make absolute sure an infection doesn’t develop but I don’t see any reason for you to still be here by tomorrow.”

“So we’ll get to go home today?” Priscilla asked, still watching Christine with curious gray eyes. Christine nodded, smiling again at the girl in Stephen’s lap. Priscilla sighed. “Thank goodness!”

“I’m sorry, did my injuries interrupt your plans for a relaxing weekend at home?” Juliet asked, an amused expression on her face.

“Yes, actually, they did.” Stephen threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head lightly at her. “What?? It did!”

“Well, you’ll be home soon and you can enjoy the remainder of your weekend at home then,” Christine pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Priscilla, a grin on her face.

“Yeah, that’s true. I forgive you,” Priscilla sighed, looking over at her mother.

“Mmm, how generous of you, Prissy,” Juliet replied, watching Stephen hold their daughter tighter as she leaned her head back against him, a small, smug expression on her face.

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365daysofmchart · 6 years ago

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Reflecting on McHart: 3x08

The One Where Kurt Saves Diane, the title alone had me swooning about my favorite couple and my God, they did not disappoint! My reflection on McHart in 3x08 of The Good Fight can be found below the read more ‘cause my God, so long. Apologies for the delay!

1. “Sweetheart, have you seen my bag?” “Check the other closet.”

Sweetheart. Oh, my heart! And the other closet, implying that there is another closet, but also, after them showing us more of the layout of their home in this episode it actually makes less sense that they have a large walk-in closet in the vicinity of their bedroom. In fact, what we saw of the layout made no sense whatsoever! There’s a window in the foyer that indicates the end of the house on that side while their bedroom indicates the same on the other side, but then it’s just wall at the end of the hall and WHERE IS THE REST OF THEIR HOUSE??? Honestly though, they’ve got so much in that bedroom that I guess who needs a rest of the house? Also that’s just a generally odd location for a bedroom. Just saying.

...Look, I know I should be grateful that we’re getting Diane’s home/McHart home life at all, and I am. I promise, I am! ...But there’s so much thought that seems to go into the tiniest of details decor-wise, why can’t the same be done for something AS BASIC AS A LAYOUT AND A CLOSET FOR A WOMAN WHO HAS THE WARDROBE OF A QUEEN?!?! A CLOSET FOR A WOMAN/CHARACTER WHO IS KNOWN FOR HER FASHION?!?!!?!?! Sigh. Anyway. Yeah... I’m still not quite over the closet thing in case you haven’t noticed. But onto other things now...

2. “That reminds me, we’re invited to Mar a Lago for the weekend. ...That was a joke.” “Oh, God, you have to give me more of a signal when you’re joking or I’ll end up with a heart attack!”

Apparently Kurt still hasn’t learned that he can’t use the same expression for everything... and apparently Diane still believes that repeatedly swatting at him is effective punishment. Ah, so much has changed for the better since Landing, but I’m glad that this aspect of their relationship has not! Haha!

3. That whole goodbye! The kiss that lingers just a second longer than it has to, her sing-songed “I love you!” and his “Love you, too.” Oh, and... “All I know is they don’t deserve you.” Happy sigh.

4. Honestly just that whole. fucking. opening. scene. It was just SO DOMESTIC. The news, asking where something is, clothes slung on chairs, just that little bit of disarray of a typical morning and them weaving in and out of each other’s routines in the most natural way, them meeting and sharing a little moment before they part for the day with I love you’s. Oh, my McHart! And I know we’ve been blessed with that domesticity all season and I know I’ve mentioned it in every reflection I’ve done on them, but much like the closet situation, I’m STILL NOT OVER IT. I will NEVER be over domestic McHart!

5. Okay. Confession time. When I saw Christine wearing that cream/gold suit in interviews, there was a wee little part of me that felt hopeful that it could be a vow renewal outfit. (Not that I thought it was going to happen, but the image came and it was quite lovely and wouldn’t it have been nice???) It was not. But she looked beautiful just the same!

6. “Hello, handsome.”

FUCK. ME. UP. That is all.

7. “You told me I was bad at lying, and it’s true. But you’re bad at it too.”

Okay, but she’s not bad at lying. She’s actually really good at it. Like really good. ...She’s just bad at lying to him, and that’s actually like the sweetest thing??? ...Pretty sure Kurt is just bad at lying in general though, haha.

8. “We’re in this together now. So if you’re in danger, I need to know.”

That whole little speech of his... They truly are married, a family, one unit. One’s problems are the other’s. They are so fucking in this, and it’s taken so long but they’re here and so entirely committed and in love!

9. “Kurt, there are certain work things touching on politics that you can’t tell me, and there are certain things touching on politics that I can’t tell you. We have found a way to bifurcate our lives and make it work. So trust me when I say I can’t tell you.” I actually love that this was acknowledged--both by the writers for our benefit as well as by Diane in this conversation. Their contrasting politics have always been an aspect of their relationship but we’ve rarely seen the effect they’ve had on them (aside from the way they get them all hot and bothered) or how they manage them within their relationship. Politics are hard. Harder yet for two who are so passionate and even more so in this current political climate. And while they accept the other for who they are and their beliefs, they do know it’s a delicate dance and this is one of the ways that they work to care for their marriage. They protect themselves by keeping elements separate from their marriage, and yet... “I will overlook politics to help.”

...when it comes down to it, they are still on the same team and their partner’s needs and safety will always come first.

And that hug right there. ...It’s like a hug for my soul.

10. I just... I really don’t understand the purpose of these closets??? (Yes, I’m on about the damned closets again.) Diane has a small selection of clothes/shoes/bags in hers, Kurt has shoes, multiple umbrellas, a toolbox, and... a hamper maybe?, and who knows what else above, all rather random. Again, they must have a walk-in but these also don’t seem to be coat closets either, EVEN THOUGH they also don’t have a closet or any kind of hooks in the foyer (why???). IT JUST DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. AND MY FAVE CHARACTER (who is also the main character!) DESERVES A HOME SET THAT MAKES SENSE!!! ...Alright, I’m done for real now.

11. I feel like there are home cameras that already send you notifications when they sense movement, so I think all of that electric work and the lasers were a little extra (not to mention getting the stickiness of duct tape on the woodwork... Diane may not be pleased), but I like the spirit, Kurt! LOL!

12. Awww... Kurt’s lil office! But I spent so much time pausing and analyzing each and every photo in there... and they’re all just like military-related stock photos? LOL! ...And then there’s his mug that has a flag on it and text that suspiciously ends in “... AGAIN” Can Diane go and visit him soon please and “accidentally” knock it off his desk? It can be during an act of seduction!

13. They haaaaaad to bring in a perky young blond, didn’t they. Really? Reeeally??? Perhaps the point was to show us that he hardly paid any attention to her, that there was no flirtation whatsoever... or perhaps it was in fact to stir up the memories of his past indiscretion. Either way, definitely could’ve done without. Thanks though, TGF!

14. Wait, does Diane have two home phones (given the one he called was a line dedicated to her, given the recorded message), and her cell phone??? I mean they must have a joint home phone... unless they just kept their numbers and have two lines?

15. Not gonna lie, kinda mad that NSA guy 1) didn’t know who Kurt was like right away and 2) wasn’t fanboying over over him/them. I mean he’s in on her every call and text but out of the loop on Kurt and Diane? I. Think. Not. (Also NSA guys fanboyed over Alicia so I think a part of me is like SO WHERE’S THE INTEREST IN DIANE?!?! ...Also, also throwback to “I think Will and Diane get it on.”)

16. That look on his face when he finds out. And while I kept faith in him, that face was striking and certainly speaks volumes regarding what is to come.

17. And Kurt-Fucking-McVeigh saves the day. Saves Diane.

18. So it’s all over and done with, Diane is in the clear... and all she wants is to go home and find solace in the arms of the man she loves.

19. The way she pulls his arm around her as she settles herself beside him, nuzzling in, the two snuggled up there on the sofa at the end of the day. It’s all positively adorable and this is everything I’ve wanted in McHart!

20. The thing about the hacking is that is wasn’t just a politics thing with Kurt, it was a morality thing, too. It was wrong and we know how high his ethical and moral standards stand. And yet, he fixed it, and it wasn’t for glory or points (as he doesn’t even tell her!) or anything but pure love. And honestly, I was afraid that, even though he did in fact quietly fix it, he might still harbor resentment toward her for being involved with such a thing. But with the way he accepted her into his arms then going beyond the bare minimum nothing-is-amiss response by pressing a kiss to her forehead and rubbing her arm, it’s clear that he’s accepted it, accepted her for who she is, flaws and all, and is moving forward. As she has before. Honestly, the love these two have for one other!

And just a few other things...

Kurt is so clever!

I feel like Diane must own about as many umbrellas as she does fabulous coats.

I will never tire of seeing Kurt all spiffed up for his new job! ...Of course I’ll also never tire of seeing him in plaid and jeans, either. (Why do I have a feeling that Diane had a field day getting him outfitted for the position? Haha!)

“I took care of it.” “I’m glad.”

*Cough* Closets *cough*

This episode was so entirely lovely and had my heart positively swelling! And maybe the’ve been so nice to us this season simply to throw us off of the scent for the finale... but no matter the reason, I’m grateful to have had all of these beautiful domestic and loving scenes! Here’s to many more!

-E

#McHart #Diane Lockhart #Kurt McVeigh #The Good Fight #Reflecting on McHart

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