#team feels

Idk if it's ever said outright, but I'm pretty sure Teyla is the first friend John's ever had who's been pregnant. Like, he DOES NOT know what to do with her and he's overly protective (which is very sweet but clearly irritating for Teyla)

Bro is TERRIFIED because she's his family! And her baby is his family!! Especially considering the guilt he feels about losing Elizabeth and Carson, of course he's going to be fiercely protective of her!!😭

Sidenote: Ronon found her exercising and she was worried that she wouldn't be able to "keep up" with the rest of the team once the baby was born if she didn't and his response was literally "Who says you have to keep up?" that just 🥺 Literally saying they're going to take care of her no matter what. They're so family I can't 😭😭

john sheppard is afraid of clowns, iratus bugs, and pregnant women and that is fucking canon to me. that man would rather SCALE THE FUCKING TOWER than be around a pregnant woman and i for one think that's fucking hilarious

ALSO i know it was like. Huge Asshole Energy when john grounded teyla from missions but like. all i can think about is how john places the responsibility to keep his team safe 100% on his own shoulders, and i FULLY believe that his team (which is strongest for AR-1 but obviously extends to the whole city) includes the athosians, and by this point they've gone missing, and i really do think john believes he's to blame for it. i think johns harsh reaction was purely fear based- teyla's baby, who very well could end up being the Last Athosian, is at risk because they got shot by stunners. not only is john feeling the guilt from teyla getting stunned, but he now thinks he's putting her baby at risk. of course he freaks out!!!!!! he JUST found out about torren and in the same breath finds out he might've led teyla into a situation where she could lose her baby???????? anyways this was a lot to say yes john 100% sees teyla and torren as family and is SO overprotective of both of them.

also i'm literally never over teyla and ronon's friendship, i LOVE how ronon pivots between beating the shit out of teyla because he knows she'll give it as good as she gets and being the softest most tender soul with her. like the scene where they find out and he holds her hand and congratulates her and asks about kanan 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 IM GONNA SOB AT WORK THEYRE SO god i fucking love teyla and ronon's friendship it's SO fucking good

also you didn't mention this but i'm incapable of talking about teyla's pregnancy without commenting on how obsessed i am with the fact that rodney is the one who delivered her baby. like. i just. it's everything to me i genuinely think it's my favourite thing to happen in the entire show it was the BEST possible decision for the writers to make and i love it it's my favourite thing and i like to think rodney has a special bond with torren bc of it

Wyatt came off the ice in a daze. 19 games in 42 days and now it was just.. over. This year was supposed to be different, and after making it through the gauntlet of Vegas and then Colorado, there wasn’t a single person in the room who doubted they could make it all the way. They’d dominated in game 3, the win fueling their confidence, celebrating Robo’s hatty and reveling in silencing the opposing crowd. Then the wheels came off in game 4, and 96 brutal hours later they were in the handshake line as blue and orange confetti streamed down around them in Rogers Place. 

Joe found him milling around on the ice after, pulling him in for a hug, and they skated off together, getting their final stick taps from Jamie on the way out. The room was muted, quiet, with none of the usual post-game music or chatter. Everyone had their heads down, just going through the motions as quickly as possible. The cheers from the Edmonton room were audible through the walls, and Wyatt shook his head, trying to block them out. He barely had time to strip out of his gear before they let the media into the room. He hadn’t showered, had barely traded out his pads for a t-shirt before he had a microphone in his face. He’d known it was coming; they all knew that as soon as they were out, if they didn’t win the damn thing, that the first question people were going to ask would be about Joe, but all of the PR-approved soundbites vanished from his head when he heard the words. 

“If this is it, what has he meant to you?” How could Wyatt put that into words? Even if the media gave him a week to prepare and an hour to deliver a soliloquy about it, he’d never be able to express what Joe meant to him, the impact Joe’d had on his life. How could he even begin to explain the way Joe had taken him in when he just nineteen, so much closer to his son’s age than his own, and made Wyatt feel so at home, but still respected. He was never patronizing, never condescending, even when Wyatt was falling asleep in the middle of dinner during his rookie season. The media loved to ask Joe about it, and sure, Joe shared some of the funnier anecdotes, like Wyatt accidentally using his truck as the backstop when he was practicing slapshots, but he never told them anything real. Joe had stayed up with him so many nights that first year, letting Wyatt ramble while they played video games in the darkness, rubbing his back when the stress and homesickness got to him, teaching how to cook, taking him hunting with Nate. He’d gotten some ribbing when he asked Joe if he could stay a second year, but really, he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, couldn’t imagine why he’d want to.

And now it was over. Joe hadn’t confirmed anything, but they all knew the truth, knew it in their bones that this had been Joe’s final ride, and they’d failed him. Wyatt had failed him. He struggled through an answer that felt foreign in his mouth as he said it, all of his focus on keeping the tears in his eyes from rolling down his face, keeping the sob that was building in the back of his throat locked there, not falling apart in front of the world’s hockey media. He made it through, barely, and then looked around the room. Of course Joe was surrounded, and he looked at peace, calm and in control the way he always did, and Wyatt couldn’t imagine being in the room without him. This couldn’t be the last time, but it was. Wyatt had given his all, given them 5 points in 6 games, but it hadn’t been enough, not this time. He and Logan and Jamie and Tyler.. they’d left it all out there for Joe, but the hockey gods didn’t care, and Joe was going to retire never having lifted the cup. He couldn’t stand it anymore, the guilt and the regret, and the tears he’d been holding back broke through. He choked out a sob, and the sound of it got Joe’s attention. He was beside Wyatt in a flash, strong arms wrapping around him.

two siblings tied up together, promising their captor that they'll go along with anything as long as they don't hurt the other? a spouse fearing for their life and begging their attacker to give them one last opportunity to tell their partner goodbye, even if it's through a voicemail from a phone? someone's child on an undercover mission to take their most hated adversary down and having to stay in character as they listen to the adversary plot to go after their parent as a bargaining chip against them, their fists clenching at their waist so hard they might break skin? when a character has been working with a team for so long they start referring to them as "their family" in their head/outside of work instead of as just "their team"?

The other members of the group take notice of this very quickly. At first, they don’t interfere since they figure that this is the whumpee’s penance. But it soon becomes a concern for the group, since continued magical exhaustion is no small concern, and the group knows perfectly well that it can easily lead to death.

Unfortunately, any attempt by the group to talk with the whumpee about it is avoided and redirected. However, after the third time of watching the whumpee collapse and pass out from overdoing it, the group hardens their resolve. They know if they don’t change the whumpee’s approach soon, the whumpee won’t survive to see the next full moon.

"Are you alright?" "Where are you hurt?" "God that looks bad." "You need to sit down. Someone get my med kit!"

It takes a few moments before someone says, "Wait, you guys...Where's Char. B?"

This is what finally does A in and their knees go weak. They would fall if not for a teammate catching them and lowering them into the nearest seat.

"I...I couldn't--" A swallows thickly as tears sting the open cuts on their face. When they gather themselves enough to speak, their voice is barely above a whisper. "I couldn't save them. I tried, but...They got B. I'm sorry."

A doesn't stay conscious long enough to see how the team reacts.