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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years ago

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Ooh, maybe Morro for the doodle and opinions game thing lol 👀

Morro

Ahhh shadow the hedgehog! I mean, Morro. I’ll be honest tho, this guy has some wasted potential both in universe and as a writing standpoint. I love a good edgy parallel main character and he definitely has an interesting backstory and I wish we got more of him. Idk this is an unpopular opinion but s5 isn’t my favourite (although as I say that, I watched the first 3 episodes this morning and really enjoyed it lol) since it’s a little all over the place. But he’s still very interesting so I’ll get into it. (Note after drawing him and over analysing him for like an hour, I like him even more than I did when I started writing this lol)

(Ps: currently as of this post, I have no more suggestions so feel free to spam my inbox bc I like writing essays on legos and also drawing)

Morro is actually an orphan (or abandoned idk) which is big sad, and Wu finds him when he’s pretty young and he looks pretty experienced in foraging bins for trash which suggests he’s been alone for a while. Although it’s interesting he, as an orphan child, decided he specifically wanted to climb that huge ass mountain to find rubbish. Maybe he’s always been ambitious and decided “yep I can climb a mountain” or maybe he caused trouble in a village somewhere and had to run away, and decided the mountain was a safe, quiet bet. Either I love how Wu found a child and was like “yeah I’ll teach it to kill”. I don’t think Wu should’ve been allowed to have a child actually. But I’ve noticed, in Ghost Story, Wu talked about how when the fsm died he said he’d leave a message to find his tomb and Wu never found it. Kinda sounds like Wu has daddy issues. And so this arc is now about generational trauma. I think the fsm, yknow as an escapee of war himself, probably raised Wu and Garmadon quite strictly and Wu probably grew up with a lot of pressure, first as practically a demigod, and second as one who bares the duty of stopping/saving his brother from evil. So what does a man who was raised as a warrior at a young age do when he sees a young child? Try and raise it in the only way he knew how. Wu also having to deal with Garmadon leaving and also getting ghosted by Misako at the same time so I think Morro’s company would’ve been nice. The discovery of Morro’s elemental power is interesting because we know that wind was one of the elements, the fsm hadn’t mastered, so wu may have never even encountered it. Also since a lot of the elemental masters are shown to be fighters, it might mean that the EMs typically take up some sort of fighting job in general. Could that mean Morro’s parents may have died or got lost to combat? Maybe that’s why he had his powers so young. The more you think about it, the more tragic it gets. I think, with how much of a good omen Morro seemed to be, Wu probably expected he was the green ninja. Morro definitely would’ve had some hero complex, he came in, made his master’s life a lot less lonely, he’s gonna save the world and help Wu fix things with his family. And when he’s not that, he ends up doing a lot of unnecessary and concerning things to prove himself. He gets a little loopy (and honestly it would’ve been sick if they leaned into that in the present plot actually). Morro ends up leaving to go find the Fsm’s tomb and mannn you can tell how brutally militant the fsm and Wu’s relationship was when the former literally makes visiting his grave a test of honour for his son (Ik he also was hiding the realm Crystal but yeah). And Morro leaves. Which is such a L, especially for Wu considering Wu’s father left him with barely a hint of where he died, Garmadon left him to train far away, Misako also, like everyone leaves Wu. Maybe that’s why Wu didn’t go after him. Not only did Wu tell Morro about the green ninja but also about the fsm’s tomb which lead him to his death, so yeah it makes sense why Wu would be so secretive. Because not only did the prophecy push Morro over the edge, if Wu never talked about his father Morro may not have died.

Morro has a really cool intro to the series, from the VA change of the night guard, to Lloyd screaming off screen, and then the fight at the monastery in the dark, his aesthetic, pathetic fallacy (cool weather sets the mood) and his theme, it’s very cool. I do wish though, we got more of a visualisation of Lloyd and Morro fighting for control it could even have tied back to Garmadon and his evilisation yknow? Also Morro unfortunately has a redemption at death arc which is generally disappointing. He changes his mind about all his bitterness without really any reasoning. Wu doesn’t do anything in the season really until at the very last moment, and it just comes out of nowhere. Like s5 is not on my rewrite list but if I could change anything, one of those things would be giving Morro internal conflict. Make Morro feel Lloyd’s love for his family, make Morro briefly doubt what he’s doing and miss Wu. And mannn I wish Wu played more of a role in this season, in regards to Morro. Like Wu never got to see his own father’s tomb.

I get it though, there’s a lot happening with wu already since he’s trying Nya. I do like how he’s reluctant to tell Nya about her powers especially in the season where the villain is a villain because Wu said too much. Morro and Nya also have a few parallels, both are unable to handle failure and struggle to adapt when their life changes. It’s cool because we get to see Nya succeed where Morro didn’t (and that’s why she’s allowed to wear green). I think honestly this season should’ve had more Kai development considering Kai and Morro basically have the same plot, and it would’ve really wrapped up the staff scene in s4. Like maybe with Kai telling Morro of how he avoided being like him, how Kai chose to protect others instead of trying to earn a title that he didn’t need. Maybe that would have then played into Morro’s redemption later on.

Also how come Morro got sent the cursed realm? Well I have a theory but this is basically Ninjago speed run angst percentage. So to go to the cursed realm ya got to get cursed. So what if Morro managed to curse himself? Like his swore he’d find the tomb or else he’d go to the cursed realm and him making a verbal oath actually held weight because spooky superstition. Maybe he dabbled in dark magic to help him on his quest. Idk I just think it’s poetic that Morro’s downfall is himself. Although I wish I knew why he ended up being the preeminent’s lackey. Hmm here’s a suggestion, the preeminent, in true eldritch horror fashion, is like a goddess, like the compelling call of destiny, that has dubbed Morro as her own “chosen one”, which is why he has the highest status of all the ghosts. I just need the preeminent to be creepy.

All in all I think Morro has a really good set up I just wish we got more of a learning arc for him, just to back up his redemption. Villains like the overlord, or the Oni don’t need character development because they only need to be strong, and villains like Chen and Nadakhan don’t need development because they can just be incredibly smart from the get go. But villains that have shifting moralities need to get justification on why that is the case and with Morro and Harumi, imo I think Ninjago drops the ball, and their final moments of not being awful feel very rushed. Also I love Morro aesthetic and think he should be even more insane actually, have him be weirdly connected to the preeminent and also have him be almost delusional in his quest for power because it would be spicy. But in general, Morro is super interesting and that’s why I think fanon is more popular, because people like to lean in and see if they can push Morro where the writers didn’t (although it’s more likely fanon Morro is just popular because he’s emo). Also a note about DotD, I actually love that special mostly for the villain interactions because it’s just gorgeous. Now that Morro is over his intensely huge drama Queen arc, when placed next to the other he’s kinda chill and love the fact when he shows up he scares the life out of the other ninja, but he’s actually pretty civil and other than he can’t help himself from acting villainous. But he has a sense of honour and yknow he probably would’ve made for a great ninja.

Here’s a random hc to close this off, Morro actually loved pirates and would’ve had the time of his life if he was around for s6.

But that’s it for now! Morro good.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Ninjago Morro #doodlarambla #ninjago doodlarambla #I rlly wanna do more of these #gives me an incentive to design these characters #he’s so fun to draw and I didn’t even know #the thing is with Ninjago is that there’s so much content that you don’t even remember #yknow when he does the #blank Lego stare #yeah

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captain-mcdavid · 4 years ago

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three times to fall - nolan patrick

word count: 2k

smut: yes | no

summary: three times the reader realized they might have more than just friendly feelings towards nolan.

warnings: steam, swearing, alcohol (this is like the first thing i’ve written here since gpp, so bear with me, it might not be that great)

the first time

It was getting harder and harder to keep track of your group of friends in the crowded stadium, you stumbled along, your head turning left and right frantically as you looked for a familiar face.

You slowed your pace, mouth twisting in confusion when a finger hooks through your belt loop, yanking you back into a solid chest. “Watch where you’re going,” Lips graze your ear, a recognizable deep voice whispering while hands slide to rest over your hipbones, guiding you through the crowd.

You turn your head back and up to look at Nolan, his blue eyes zoned in on moving the two of you through the crowd. His hands stay solid on your waist, and the longer they sit there the hotter the skin starts to feel. You pull forward a little more, trying to distance yourself, hoping that maybe Nolan will let go, but his fingers just tighten on your skin making you picture things you really shouldn’t be picturing with one of your good friends.

Suddenly Nolan jerks you to the left, and if it weren’t for his solid grip on you, you’re sure you would have tumbled over, but thank god you’re able to stay on your feet in his presence. Just literally, though. Definitely not metaphorically. Your mind trips over almost every little thing he does.

“There she is!” You hear Leah before you see her, she appears as people clear the small corner your friends are tucked into. “Couldn’t keep up?”

She teases you and you feel the rumble of Nolan’s laughter against your back, reminding you just how close the two of you are.

Instinctively your hand lands on his wrist, and you swear you feel an actual spark.

“We’re gonna head to the exit on 170th, it’s closest to the cars.” Leah says, and you nod.

Your ears are still ringing from the music but you hear Nolan mumble, “Sure,”

And then the group keeps walking, Nolan still behind you, his hands still on your hips and you heart still beating way too fast.

What is happening?

...

the second time

Standing against the wall you watch as the other party goers do shots, acting rambunctious and carefree. A small laugh escapes you when you see Travis throw his beer can on the ground, stomping on it mercilessly for no reason.

Another wave of the loopiness that pushed you to seek space in the first place hits, so you wander down the hall, pushing into the first room with a bed.

It’s clean, but a fast clean. The type of tidying someone does when they’re in a rush. There’s hockey memorabilia everywhere, and when you see the photo on the bedside table you realize that you’re in Nolan’s room. You feel odd being in here but you slouch onto the bed anyway, feeling better as soon as you’re off your feet.

You lean to look at the pictures on the bedside table, smiling at the sly grin Nolan sports in almost everyone of the photos. Since the concert you had been thinking about him more than you should. It wasn’t normal to view a good friend like this, one that you’ve known since elementary school.

You’ve watched him grow up. And somehow you started seeing him less as the goofy kid that kicked everyone’s ass in gym class hockey, and more as a man. A hot man. With a good sense of humour and an extremely charming smile.

“Snooping?”

Your head snaps towards the door when you hear his voice, his lazy grin lets you know he’s not serious so you smirk in response, giving him a nod, your heart rate picking up.

There are a lot of things running through your head at the moment, and you’re very close to saying every single one of them, but you’d need one more shot to do that.

He runs his hand through his hair as he walks over to you, and your filter loosens enough for the words to slip out, “Can I play with your hair?”

Nolan laughs and you giggle along with him while he sits beside you on the bed. “You wanna play with my hair?”

You nod, biting your lip as you crawl menacingly towards him. His eyes widen and he inches further away, grabbing at your wrists when you try to reach for him.

“No,” He laughs, pushing you away.

You sit back on your knees and frown, “Please,”

He scans you with furrowed brows for a moment before sighing and nodding. You scoot behind him with an excited squeal, signalling his loud laugh, and a flutter of your heart.

You wouldn’t do it- any of this really- if you weren’t intoxicated, but knowing that you can blame all of your embarrassing actions on alcohol. Throwing caution to the wind you move so that your legs are on either side of him, you’re not expecting him to, but almost instinctively he leans back into you. With a grin you run your hands through his locks and he makes a fake moaning noise.

“I’m gonna braid it,” You whisper, separating the hair into three chunks. You’re surprised by how soft it feels in between your fingers. You’re focused on braid and you’re nearly halfway done when you feel a light touch on the bottoms of both of your feet. It’s an uncomfortable tickle that makes you fidgit, both your legs coming to wrap around Nolans torso.

Realizing the weirdness of it all you’re about to move your legs but Nolan holds them there. “What are you doing?” You ask, wiggling your feet in his lap.

Nolan stands suddenly and you gasp, grabbing his shoulders quick so the other half of you doesn’t fall behind. “Nolan put me down!”

He spins maniacally squeezing your calves relentlessly while you shake with laughter. You jerk one leg free finally nearly falling when it hits the ground. Nolan drops your other leg and you use all your strength to shove him. You’re expecting more than him just lazily falling onto the bed, but that’s all you get despite what you though was an impressive output of strength. “Asshole,” You murmur, moving closer to push at his chest, but he catches your wrist with a smirk, yanking you right into him.

You’re nearly chest to chest, and you’re extremely confused as to what’s going on but you let it happen anyway, moving easily as he guides you to straddle his lap. You have a staring contest for a minute, but the look in his eyes is so intense you need a break, so you reach your hands into his hair again, running your nails along his scalp. His eyes flutter shut, hands coming to rest in the back belt loops of your jeans.

“Nolan,” You whisper, and it sounds like a question, cause you’re seriously wondering what the hell is going on.

He opens his eyes and hums a response, one of his hands moving from your back to your face. His thumb catches your bottom lip and he sweeps it down, watching the way it moves.

Your heart is no longer beating steadily at this point, because you can’t believe that this is happening. But it is, and he’s definitely leaning in closer. When he kisses you the first time it’s gentle, so soft you’re not even sure it actually happened. Your lips mould together lightly, almost like he’s afraid of your reaction.

When he pulls back and your eyes flutter open, lips still parted he stares back, his gaze flickering between your own and your mouth. You swear you see the slate color in his eyes darken before he connects your lips again, harder and more urgent this time.

His lips are so soft and inviting, the way they work with your own makes you feel like your entire body is buzzing. His tongue licks into your mouth and you instinctively lean into him, your hands sliding down to the naps of his neck. Tugging lightly at the hair you slide your other hand below the fabric of his flannel and t shirt, trying to get as close as possible.

Nolan pushes at your bum, queuing a roll of your hips against him. The low moan that your movement entices has you pulling away with a gasp, fuck he’s hot.

You observe him with wide eyes, his swollen lips and heaving chest. He tilts your chin up forcefully, exposing your neck. He bites into the skin gently, and you want nothing more than to lean back in and kiss the life out of him, but sober you is fighting for the steering wheel, which is why you blurt out, “What are we doing?”

“Making out,” He mumbles, words muffled against the skin of your neck.

“Just making out?” You reply, your hand gripping harder at his hair. You’re like pushing him into you, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Do you want me to do more?” He whispers, pressing his lips right below your ear.

“More...?” It comes out breathy, you’re totally engrossed in what his mouth is doing.

“Yeah,” He starts, kissing down the column of you neck before dragging his tongue back up. “More.”

A loud moan escapes you at his actions, and he chuckles against your skin. “I’m gonna take that as a yes,”

Then he’s standing up, but you’re prepared this time, holding onto him easily. His teeth are dragging across your collarbone now, while he strides across the room, he kicks the door shut and then turns back to drop you onto the bed.

His lips travel down your neck and chest, and when his hands slide up the fabric, and just when he’s about to pull it off, the door busts open, almost as fast as it just closed.

“Nolan!” Travis yells, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s literally on top of you. “Beer pong, let’s go.” And then he leaves.

The room goes silent and all you and Nolan can do is stare at eachother, the earlier moment completely ruined.

“Uh...”

“I should um-,” Nolan starts, and you nod, frozen underneath him. He just nods and then stands from the bed, looking back and forth between you and the door before he nods awkwardly and then leaves.

What is happening?

...

the third time

“We are not watching that!” Rachel barks, yanking the DVD case from Nolan’s hand.

“Slap shot is a classic, but fine.” He grunts, flopping down onto the couch beside you.

You shift away from him a little, still not sure how to act. More chatter ensues, and you give input every once in a while, rolling your eyes at your friends incapability to choose a movie. Finally, someone decides on the Avengers, and not everyone is happy of course, but the opening credits start to roll anyways.

Ignoring the five people already on the couch, Rachel parks herself directly in the middle, squishing everyone up against each other, groans and swears are heard from all of you but Rachel just waves you off, making you roll your eyes.

You feel Nolan shift beside you, turning so he’s more on his side giving you a little more space. “Here,” He mumbles, hand finding your leg and adjusting you so you were in the same position, your back pressed to his front. He’s practically spooning you, your right shoulder pressed to the back of the couch. You’re stiff against his body, and it’s like he can feel it, cause he rubs his hand back and forth against your thigh.

You haven’t talked about what happened at his party, and Nolan seems to be acting like nothing has happened, but you can’t brush it off that easy. Not after all these feelings you’ve been having.

To your surprise he doesn’t move his hand, it stays in it’s place a few inches above your knee. Leah chucks a blanket over the herself and the two of you, making Nolan’s very noticeable PDA less noticeable.

As the movie starts, your friends chatter and jost at eachother, but it dies down eventually, everyone quieting to watch the action.

You eventually relax too, leaning back into Nolan instinctively, your eyes drooping the longer the movie plays.

At some point the noise around you mutes completely, Nolan’s warmth and steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

You don’t wake until the movies over, your friends all nudging on the couch to get up.

You shift, trying to appear less groggy but then a hand slides from your leg to your waist, and Nolan pulls you back against him.

“Tired?” His low voice rumbles behind you, and maybe it’s that you’re still tired, or maybe it’s that you just want to feel him behind you, but you nod, leaning even further back.

He chuckles, his head falling to rest on yours. And then your friends turn to face you all cuddled up, and the both of you are straightening up immediately.

You stand, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Good movie,” You say, and everyone laughs.

“Oh please, you watched maybe five minutes of it,” Leah quips, and you make a face back.

“Ready Nolan?” Trevor asks, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

Everybody else heads to the door as well, giving hugs on the way out.

Nolan reaches out to give you a one armed hug before he walks out the door, and it’s so quick you almost miss the way he kisses the corner of your mouth, winking before he walks out.

You’re left standing there in complete shock, which seems to be a very common emotion when you’re around Nolan lately.

And all you can think is what is happening?

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick one shot #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #hockey #hockey imagine #philidelphia flyers #philadelphia flyers imagine

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years ago

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What I Thought About “Eclipse Lake” from The Owl House

Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.

If I had to take a guess at who's the most popular character of The Owl House, I'd say that Amity would be a pretty safe bet. And not entirely without reason. Her home life is something several fans can identify with, she wins representation points for being a lesbian, and her development is the most impressive out of every other character. Not to say no one else develops, far from it. It's just that with Amity, her growth is a lot stronger, to the point where the version of her we're introduced to is practically a different character. The rest of the core cast has grown and become multi-layered over time, but in terms of personality, they haven't changed that much as Amity has.

But here's the thing: Amity has grown exponentially all through the sidelines. Despite being in episodes that heavily involve her, there hasn't been one where she had the starring role. Except for now, in "Eclipse Lake," the first-ever episode where Amity takes command. Is the episode better because of it? Or was Amity better off in a supporting role rather than a leading one? To find out requires diving into spoilers, so keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Belos Has Been to the Human World: Welp, I guess I'm tossing my "Belos was Philip" theory into the trash. As are many of you, no doubt. With that said, we still get a nugget of intrigue to know that he did, in fact, see the human realm at some point. Even more than that, he wants to go back. And from the sounds of it, he probably wants to return because it's significantly more pleasant to live there than the Boiling Isles. That bit of information interests me far more than him wanting to invade the human realm and rule it with an iron fist. While that last bit is not entirely out of the question yet, it's still pretty cool to learn as much as we can about Belos' grand plan.

Amity Taking Charge of Luz’s Recovery: Yup. That's about as much as I expected. We're barely into this episode, and already, it's established that Amity would go to great lengths to help her girlfriend. What more could you ask for?

Ghost: I want to pet Ghost. I don't give a s**t that they're a fictional being because I want to PET THEM! 'CAUSE I LIKE CUTE S**T DAMN IT!

Eda Learning How to Turn into “Harpy Eda” on Command: Cool concept for sure. Eda just figured out that she can turn into this thing, so there's going to be trials and tribulations to figure out how. What I personally enjoy is that to transform, not only does Eda have to talk to the Owl Beast, but at times she might have to make a deal with it. They made a truce, so the only way for it to work is for both sides to make compromises for it to work out. Like I said, cool concept. And I hope to see what else happens with it in the future.

Eda Using Anime as a Workout Tape: Well, that certainly explains the screaming. The fact that it was a Dragon Ball clone makes it even more perfect.

Eda calls Amity “Boots”: I love this. I don't know why I love this, but I do. So shove it.

Luz: Now let's take the time to talk about my favorite character. Luz may have taken the back seat in this episode, but the few moments she does show up, she's is on top form:

The way that she's all loopy and delirious from the common mold is hilarious.

The fact that everyone had to literally strap Luz down to stop her from going on an adventure is hilarious and admirable in terms of her character.

The fact that Luz does everything she physically can to warn the others about Titan's fools' blood is incredibly admirable.

And the way she just hurls herself at Amity when she gets back is just downright adorable.

The main protagonist being absent while the other characters go on an adventure is nothing new. But it's still nice to know that the quality of writing I expect from Luz didn't go away just because the episode isn't about her.

Amity and Luz using Tamagotchis to Text: I also didn't know what those things were until someone else pointed it out. I'm not that old...and so help me, I never will be.

Joking aside, I find it incredibly adorable that Luz and Amity have this way to communicate with each other that's only exclusive to them. Maybe Willow and Gus have Tamagotchis of their own, but we have yet to see them with ones, so it's plausible that only Luz and Amity can talk to each other through theirs. Which, again, is adorable. The fact that these two nerds found a way to text each other without Luz using a scroll or Amity using a phone fills my heart with glee and makes me extra happy that they're girlfriends now. Large in part because we get to see more cute s**t like this.

(Luz calling Amity pretty is also a bonus)

Amity Wants to be the Most Awesome Girlfriend: Just the very fact that I can write that is a win. Sidenote: Love the fact that Amity explicitly says the word girlfriend. No beating around the bush, no implications. The writers have her go for it with no looking back.

Loved it. Loved all of it. And I hope to see more bits like this in the future.

King Mentions the Dissection: Hey, sometimes the best and most defining relationships start off on the wrong foot, King. Don't have to call someone out for it.

Kikimora: I admire good comically incompetent villains, which is what Kikimora is to me in this episode. She might have her terrifying moments here and there, but when she's just screeching about how she hates Hunter and focuses more on showing him up, it's a ton of fun.

Coven Guard Captain: This character doesn't do much...but she's still great. She acts as a perfect straight man to Kiki's psychotics, has this weird respect for Kiki that I hope gets explored, and wins comedy points for instantly getting bored by guarding Amity and just ditching her in a hole. This captain may have had a short role in this episode and an insignificant one in the series, but it was fun seeing her give her all despite the short time.

Hunter Bonding with Bird: I prefer "Little Rascal," but I can live with "Bird."

In any case, it was pretty sweet to see these two grow more of a bond. Bird suddenly making himself Hunter's palisman isn't an easy change to accept as much as it is easy for Eda to figure out how to turn into a harpy. Meaning that there will be an adjustment period alongside moments of Hunter learning to trust Bird. And, yeah, it's charming to see Bird try so hard to brighten up Hunter's life. Whether it's leading Hunter toward people who are actually nice or trying to cheer him up when he's digging his own grave, there are so many moments that make Bird the closest friend Hunter could ever ask for. The bond can only grow further from there, and like a lot of things this week, I can't wait to see more.

(Which is basically a recurring theme of this episode. It makes me excited to see more)

Character’s Commenting on Hunter’s Annoying Voice: My favorite part about this is how Hunter suddenly becomes self-conscious about it. On the one hand, I want to go, "Ah, poor baby." But on the other hand, I can't help it when I say, "Haha! You annoying-voiced bitch!" It's just great.

Amity has Abomination Goo in a Bottle: We get it. Amity's VA also voiced Katara. You don't have to rub it in our faces.

(But, seriously though, I do consider this a clever workaround for how Amity can use abomination magic when in a fight. It's pretty cool)

Amity and Hunter: Whoever thought about pairing these two up for an episode...you're the best. You're just the best!

Because this is a brilliant concept. Amity and Hunter are so much alike in terms of personality and homelife that it makes way too much sense to have them interact at least once. What I'm specifically grateful for is that when Hunter tries to associate himself with Amity, the only other intelligent person there, she's quick to shut him down. The Amity in the past might have been slightly easier to sway, but not the one we know now. It isn't until he finds the one thing that can get to Amity that Hunter knows how to exactly break her. Even then, she just barely falls for it, only being swayed when in a panic or in a desperate situation.

But regardless of how much of a jerk Hunter comes across as, it's great Amity tries to reach out to him near the end. She knows how it feels to try and gain respect from family, only to learn what love truly is from someone who cares. It's a moment where even though Luz is absent, her presence still shines through Amity's actions. She is now the person who's willing to be kind for someone she barely knows, and it's fantastic. It's everything I could have ever wanted when these two interact, and it's all delivered so well.

Willow Owning the One Brain Cell Between Hooty and Gus: Ah, Willow. Even when you got severely screwed over this season, you're still the best...Yeah, I'll get to that in a minute.

Owlbert Cracking Apart: Don't mind me. Just having heart palpitations at the sight of Owlbert almost dying. NoThInG tO sEe HeRe!

Expectation Subversion to the Minecart Chase: ...I f**king love this show. I'm telling you, it's hilarious when it really tries.

Hunter Cracks: Yes, I laughed. A lot. But can we talk about the fact that Hunter would rather dig his own grave than disappoint Belos again? That alone says so much where despite having a similar situation to Amity's, it couldn't be more different. If Amity angers Alador or Odalia, she'll either get grounded and cry about it to Ed or Em. But if Hunter angers Belos? Well, I would like to point out how close Belos' weird goopy spear got to Hunter's face and how there's got to be a reason why Hunter has his scars.

You know what? I think I'd bury myself too if I was in Hunter's shoes at that moment.

King and Amity vs. Hunter: Three things!

One, this is the coolest fight scene of the series so far. And no, I will not take any arguments about it.

Two, Amity is right. She is an awesome girlfriend. Seriously, abomination magic is no joke.

Three, I genuinely appreciate these small moments where King actually does something beneficial when contributing to the fight. It makes him much more than a comedic Disney sidekick and someone who can be useful from time to time.

Overall this was an epic, incredibly animated fight that proves that this series is no joke when it comes to action.

Hunter Threatens Luz to get to Amity: I'm not too surprised by this. Amity doesn't care if someone threatens her because, if you couldn't tell from that fight scene, she can take care of herself. But Luz? Well, she's certainly formidable, but that doesn't mean that Amity won't worry about her girlfriend. She will do everything in her power to help Luz, made evident by how much Amity went overboard with a simple illness. So Hunter using that for his benefit is a pretty devious move executed phenomenally.

The Key Cracks: I like to think this was intentional on Amity's part. It's plausible that Hunter's words got to her so much that she accidentally broke it, but it's also likely that Amity knew she was backed in a corner that risked Luz getting hurt, so found a way where Hunter sort of wins but still loses. It's somewhat similar to how Luz destroyed the portal after giving it to Belos. The end result was a situation where everyone is safe but at the cost of delaying the inevitable for the villain's victory. They're both moments where everyone wins and loses, all to move the story forward at a slower pace than one would expect. And, for the fifth time now, it makes me curious about what happens next because of it.

Luz Calling Amity her Awesome Girlfriend: Yeah, my heart melted when this happened. After all of Amity's self-proclamations that she is an awesome girlfriend, followed by a brief moment of doubt, it felt nice to see that Luz explicitly said it too.

(King having hug envy was also a nice cherry on top)

WHAT I DISLIKED

Hey, I actually have criticisms this time...been a while since that happened, huh?

Belos Doesn’t Look All That Threatening: The green scar is cool, don't get me wrong...but this man doesn't look all that threatening without the mask. With it, yes, I'm quaking in my metaphorical boots. But making him look like a chilled-out old man with what looks like a skin infection just takes away all of the horror for me. I mean, look at him:

He looks like a guy who I can easily push over, and boom! The rain of tyranny is over.

I'm more than positive that this is a personal issue. That doesn't mean I won't take it personally, though.

Eda Acting like an Idiot: I get it. Eda wants to figure out how to make her powers work and will try literally anything to do it. My issue is that why does she have to act like a dunderhead at times to do it? I mean, Eda seriously never tried peacefully talking to the Owl Beast, which is what basically caused her to turn into the Harpy the first time? Remember? With the whole making a truce thing?

And why is she being so carefree despite being surrounded by coven guards and blatantly ignoring Hunter's warning, which was very clearly real? Yes, Eda can be reckless and carefree at times, but when a moment clearly calls to take things gravely, she still learns to tone things down a bit. So it pains me to see her act so...dumb!

Willow and Gus Getting Sidelined...Again: I'm not the first to mention this, and odds are I won't be the last, but it really does suck to see Willow and Gus get pushed on the sidelines so far this season. More so with Willow. Gus at least got half an episode to himself, where Willow barely contributes in the ones she's in. Although, in fairness, this is only the first half of the season, and there wasn't much Willow and Gus could do in the episodes we've seen so far. They may get more attention later, but here, it's just disappointing seeing them do nothing more than setting up an inadequate joke.

IN CONCLUSION

I'd say that "Eclipse Lake" is an A- for me. The jokes were solid, it makes me excited for more, and I love everything done with Amity and Hunter...I just wish that the rest of the characters were handled a little better. Most of my issues aren't really that big of a deal compared to everything else done right, but after three perfect episodes in a row, the small things tend to hit a lot harder. Sorry to say, but I can't always let the good stuff eclipse the bad.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I have to mentally, emotionally, and maybe even physically prepare myself for the heartbreak that will inevitably be "Yesterday's Lie." Which I’m not ready for)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #amity blight #emperor belos #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #toh hunter #the golden guard #willow park #gus porter #lumity #lumity is canon #the owl house reviews #what i thought about

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night-owl-2000 · 4 years ago

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Lilith Clawthorne X Reader: A Fool's Wisdom Teeth

Author’s Note: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written. I never thought in a million years I’d be writing one but here we are lol. The title was the hardest thing to come up with. My wisdom teeth are coming in and giving me pain so I got the idea to write this and it made me feel better. I’m probably still not gonna have mine taken out since I don’t seem to want to listen to my own logic and reasoning lol. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it!

“Ow…” you whined from the kitchen as you tried to enjoy your favorite snack. Your wisdom teeth were growing in and one specifically was causing you pain. You gently rubbed the right side of your jaw and decided to put the snack away, sighing and accepting defeat. “Wisdom teeth suck” you stated, sounding moderately annoyed as you walked into your living room. “If they’re causing you so much pain, why don’t you get them removed? If I remember correctly, you said that wisdom teeth are not necessary for anything” suggested a calming voice from the couch. As you sat down, you looked over at Lilith. “The only reason I’m not getting them removed is because I don’t want to deal with the pain from recovery. Besides, I’d also be loopy from the medication and the last thing I need to do is make a fool of myself” you answered with a chuckle.

This wasn’t your first experience with pain from your wisdom teeth. About a year ago you felt the same pain you were currently feeling on the left side of your jaw. You had gone to a dentist about it and he had explained that the pain was normal but that there wasn’t anything that could be done about it. That’s also when you found out you were one of the lucky few who didn’t need to have their wisdom teeth removed since yours were coming in straight and your jaw was big enough to house them. You were relieved to hear that and giggled because your father, who had taken you to the appointment, was jealous since he had to have his wisdom teeth cut out. You had told that story to Lilith once during one of your many walks together. That story still made you giggle at times.

Returning to the present, you blushed slightly as a gentle kiss was placed on your cheek. “Dearest, you don’t need to worry about making a fool of yourself. I highly doubt anyone would seriously judge you for what you say or do while under the influence of medication following such a procedure” Lilith reassured you with a warm smile. “I know, making a fool of myself is the least of my worries. I’m more afraid of the pain. It would be much worse than this” you replied. You were stubborn. No matter how much pain you were in, you were not going to have those extra four teeth removed and you were certain no one could convince you to do so.

Unfortunately for you, the tooth currently giving you pain made contact with the tooth growing in directly above it as you finished speaking, causing you more pain. This did not go unnoticed by Lilith, who sighed and shook her head. She knew how stubborn you were. She was just as stubborn though and hated seeing you in pain, whether it be emotionally or physically. She was determined to convince you to get your wisdom teeth taken out.

“Dearest, I know you are afraid of the pain you’ll feel during recovery but think about it. If you get those teeth removed, you only have to suffer through one round of intense pain. This is your second time dealing with pain from those extra teeth. Based on what you’ve told me, you gain nothing from keeping them. Do you really want to go through this pain two more times and gain nothing in the end rather than go through one intense round of pain then be free?” Lilith asked as she looked at you. You could see the concern in her eyes. The thought of going through this same pain two more times certainly wasn’t a pleasant one. You gave the idea some thought, admitting to yourself that you’d be in pain either way, but you were still hesitant to change your mind. Seeing that you were thinking about what she said, Lilith spoke again. “Y/N, I hate to see you in pain like this. At least if you get your wisdom teeth removed, you won’t have to worry about them causing you pain ever again. I’ll stay with you throughout your recovery. All I’ll need to do is gather a few things in a suitcase to bring here. How does that sound?” she asked as she gently placed a hand on one of your shoulders. You took a little longer to think as you looked at her. She had a small, hopeful smile as she looked at you. Her eyes met yours and in them you could still see a hint of concern mixed with reassurance. You smiled a little bit and took a deep breath, having made your decision.

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Today was the big day; the day you were going to have your wisdom teeth removed. After finally agreeing to get them removed following your conversation with Lilith one week ago, you scheduled your appointment for the earliest possible date. Staying true to her word, Lilith had come over the previous evening with a suitcase of her belongings in preparation for her stay with you. Seeing as you still lived with your family and there were no guest rooms in your home, Lilith would be sharing a room with you during her stay. This was not an issue for you two though. She had stayed overnight a good handful of times before and even had a small dresser and a few hangers of her own in your closet. Likewise, you had your own dresser in the closet of her room back at the Owl House for whenever you stayed over.

As your father drove you to your appointment with your sibling sitting in the front, you sat in the backseat with Lilith trying to stay calm. You were incredibly nervous about the whole thing and for good reason. After all, who wouldn’t be nervous in this situation? Seeing how nervous you were, Lilith did her best to help you calm down. “Did I already tell you about how Edalyn teased me as I was packing my things?” Lilith asked. You nodded and answered “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind hearing about it again though.” With that said, Lilith began telling you about how Eda had laughed and asked her if she was finally moving in with you. After the inevitable teasing from Eda, her and the rest of the Owl Fam, as you had taken to calling them, passed on their messages to her wishing you good luck and a speedy recovery. The story succeeded in calming you down and distracted you for the rest of the ride.

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The procedure to remove your wisdom teeth was finally over. You had been knocked out for the whole thing but for those that were awake waiting, it felt like the procedure was taking forever. Everything had gone smoothly as expected and you were cleared to go home and rest. Also as expected, you were still under the influence of the medication that was used on you. Lilith helped you get into the backseat of the car for the ride home so you wouldn’t fall in and possibly hurt yourself.

On the ride home, things went well. Your father had the radio on playing some great metal music and the windows were partially open, allowing some fresh spring air to circulate throughout the inside of the car. Your sibling, who was sitting in the front, occasionally responded to the things you said. For most of the ride, you had your head resting on Lilith’s shoulder as you went on about various topics. Of course, you didn’t make much sense as you spoke but that didn’t stop you. Lilith had one arm wrapped around your shoulders as she listened to you go on about whatever came to mind.

“Lily?” you said as you looked up at Lilith, your eyes meeting hers. “Yes, Darling?” she answered. “Why are you always so pretty?” Lilith blushed lightly and giggled as she thought of an answer to your question. In the front passenger seat and the driver’s seat, your father and sibling chuckled and your sibling rolled their eyes, making a mental note to tease you about this later. “I’m afraid I don’t have an answer. I am flattered though that you think I’m pretty all the time. Thank you” was Lilith’s answer. You offered a quiet hum in response.

A brief moment of silence passed before you spoke again. “I wanna marry you” you said with a dopey smile. That sentence caught everyone off guard. Your sibling couldn’t help but to burst out laughing and your father was trying to stifle his own laughter. Lilith had gone from lightly blushing to being as red as a tomato the moment that sentence left your mouth. She looked exactly like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding truck. You two had known each other for a little more than a year at that point and had been together for about 9 months. It was in this moment that Lilith was the most flustered she had ever been. She had to take a moment to think and compose herself before responding.

“I…we can get married after you recover” was her response. It took everything in Lilith to provide that response without turning into a flustered mess. The thought of marrying you was one that had only briefly crossed her mind a couple of times in the last month or so. The time she took to think and compose herself was the most time so far she had spent thinking about it. For a short time following her response, she imagined what the big day would be like. She imagined it would take place on a warm and sunny day, mixing together elements from witch wedding ceremonies and human wedding ceremonies to have a wedding like no other. What a wonderful day it would be, a day of celebration with family and friends from both realms. You cheering brought her out of her daydream.

“Hell yeah! I get the best wife in existence!” you cheered with a giggle. Your father and sibling were still laughing in the front of the car, almost unable to stop. As the laughter from the front died down and you settled down, Lilith buried her face in her hands. She was still as red as a tomato. Thank Titan Eda wasn’t there or she’d never hear the end of it. A little while later the car was parked, signaling that you were finally home. Lilith helped you out of the car and upstairs to your room so you could rest. Once you were tucked in, you were out like a light. You didn’t find out about what you said until after you woke up a few hours later. You knew from that moment on you’d never hear the end of it from your family, especially your sibling.

#lilith clawthorne #toh #fanfic #lilith clawthorne x reader #edalyn clawthorne #owl fam #I wrote this instead of my 4 page ethics in psychology paper that's due Monday #we love procrastinating #I had to come back so many times to make fixes because technology decided not to work for me today lmao

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t4tozier · 4 years ago

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so i should be doing hw rn but i don’t want to do that so take some trans reddie hcs instead

it’s gonna get long so i’m putting it under a cut

richie comes out first

he comes out to the losers before anyone else, even his parents

his parents are a bit confused at first but they support him and are really great with his transition

it takes eddie longer because of his internalized transphobia and repression

he eventually realizes that people usually don’t search up “am i transgender” quizzes if they’re secure in their identity

and cis girls apparently are fine with being called ma’am and young lady?? and they enjoy dressing up in skirts??

like he’s just clueless for a long time because he doesn’t have really any girl friends and sonia is sonia so nobody talks to him about this stuff

richie coming out actually helps him a lot cause then he’s able to ask him questions and richie can explain his perspective

and it doesn’t sound exactly like how eddie feels but it’s enough where he’s like okay there’s definitely something happening here

tbh i don’t really want to focus on the trans angst part atm so let’s skip to college

(if anyone wants stuff about eddie and sonia/high school reddie i’ll make a separate post)

so they all go to the same college bc i said so

eddie and stan room together and so do bill and richie bc as much as they want to be around the other they mutually agree that their rooming styles are too different and they’d probably end up getting on each other’s nerves a lot

they’re over at each other’s rooms all the time anyway so it works out

eddie’s developed his own style at this point

he started out trying to look really masculine and then realized that wasn’t really him

he tried wearing one of bev’s skirts and it made him super dysphoric so he doesn’t wear anything like that but he’s comfortable now with a softer, light academia style

meanwhile richie’s more of a gender fuckery type

at the end of high school and into college he really starts experimenting with style

he’s still sort of a fashion mess but he’ll wear skirts and dresses and loud patterns and for the most part doesn’t care how he’s perceived

he still gets dysphoria though !! he presents across the gender spectrum depending on how he feels that day but he’s not a fan of his chest and he doesn’t like being referred to as a woman

so he gets top surgery first

eddie spends practically all his time at richie’s dorm taking care of him

bill’s obviously supportive but he doesn’t necessarily want to be taking care of him 24/7 cause like. he still wants to be social and stuff so he’s happy to let eddie take care of him

richie’s pretty drugged up on painkillers the first day or two and he’s constantly talking about how handsome eddie is and how he’s such a good doctor

and maybe an i love you slips out but richie pretends he doesn’t remember and eddie pretends he didn’t hear it

they’re still not together at this point but it’s obvious they’ll get together because they’ve been flirting since they were pre-pubescent

it’s not until richie starts healing up and can wear the things he used to wear but without dysphoria that he starts to question again

and ends up coming out as nonbinary <3

he’s still happy with he/him pronouns but the losers (at his request) start using they/them for him as well and those are really good too so he ends up using he/they

because richie is sort of the blueprint for eddie’s transition eddie starts to question himself as well

but ends up staying with the trans man label because, especially after talking more to richie about it, he realizes that he doesn’t feel the same about gender as richie does

eddie doesn’t start physically transitioning until college

he binds but bc of sonia can’t start T until he turns 18, which happens his first semester

some stuff he only feels comfortable talking to richie about but he’s blushing the whole time anyway

like how richie’s big dick jokes weren’t entirely untrue

and he doesnt show richie but he’s like. is this normal

and richie wants to laugh but they dont want to make eddie more self conscious than he clearly already is so they’re like yeah dw and it calms eddie down significantly

they end up meeting a bunch of other trans ppl on campus and they’re both so fucking happy bc they love the losers (and most of them aren’t straight) but they never got any trans exposure besides each other in derry

so it’s really nice to see other trans people in varying states of transition and like. see that they’re not alone

also everyone thinks they’re a couple because they literally show up holding hands but they just blush and stammer out a weak excuse and everyone exchanges glances and then leaves it alone

eddie kinda freaks out when it’s his turn for top surgery

he’s terrified of surgery and anesthesia and richie has to pull him away from the computer a lot because he’s psyching himself out learning about all the things that could possibly go wrong

but they’re there for him every step of the way

so are the losers of course but none of them have been through it

and richie keeps reassuring him like “look at me, i made it through just fine and you’re way healthier than me”

cause lets be real richie smokes weed and probably vapes and doesn’t have a real exercise routine

meanwhile eddie goes to the gym four times a week and goes on runs and takes vitamin supplements

so surgery happens and richie’s right there holding eddie’s hand when he wakes up

and now it’s eddie’s turn to be kinda loopy and he just stage whispers, “i know you’re in love with me”

and richie’s just laughing nervously and looking around and he still hasn’t let go of eddie’s hand

like they have no clue what to do so they’re just like haha okay time to go back to sleep and eddie just shrugs and passes out again until the nurse wakes him up and it doesn’t get brought up again

everyone pitches in to help out with eddie’s recovery

seeing his flat chest for the first time is a super emotional experience

he only lets richie be there with him, which the others pretty much expected

he completely breaks down and richie holds him on the bathroom floor and neither of them talk for a long time

but then richie helps eddie put his shirt back on so he doesn’t pull the stitches and then they both just sit there on the floor and talk for a long time

and that’s when eddie finally confesses

they’re both completely lucid this time, so there’s no mistaking it for anything but the truth when eddie tells richie he’s been in love with him since middle school

and of course richie reciprocates and that’s their first kiss

and when they pull apart richie just murmurs, “does that mean you want to be the first to see richie tozier’s big dick?”

and eddie laughs and pushes them away and the spell is broken

but he doesn’t say no

#this is kinda all over the place but if anyone wants more elaboration on anything #or just another post like this #more than happy to oblige #also i hope this goes without saying but like. all trans hcs are valid #even if they differ from my personal hcs!#im also like. heavily projecting so you'll never see trans hcs about bottom surgery on here bc a. its not smth i want and b. not smth i know #all that much about #so i dont want to write about it #and i also don't think richie would want it #maybe eddie would but again thats not really my area of expertise so !!#also #have ur own hcs but pls dont shit on others' especially when theyre drawn from my personal experience #i dont think anyone will but i want to put that out there just in case #trans reddie #trans richie tozier #trans eddie kaspbrak #college au #drugs cw #weed cw #surgery cw #nsft #ish

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sunsinrinn · 4 years ago

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Secrets Part 3.

Bakugo x reader, Bakugo x Uraraka, Kirishima x Reader

Fluff- ish, language, angst

Word count: 2,076

Idea: Y/n has a secret to share with bakugo not expecting a secret from him. She leaves heart broken and attempts to move on. But how will she move on if her secret can no longer be hidden? She fakes a relationship hoping its enough to not expose the true origin of the secret. (This is a terrible summary but I cant say much without spoiling future parts. 🙃)

“I have a plan that could probably fool everyone” he says slowly waiting for a sign from you to continue. You speak up, “Go on..”

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, “We could fake date.” As you open your mouth to speak he speaks up again, “I mean think about it. We would have to lie about how far along you are but it would fool everyone. I think. We can say we fell in love with each other but we are taking our time until one day I accidentally get you pregnant...” He looks at you while you think about his idea. He chews his lip waiting anxiously for your response.

“Let’s do it” You finally say and smile at home. He smiles brightly and says, “Hopefully it works.”

“How does it feel, Kiri, to be a dad?” You say jokingly. He freezes and realizes, “Oh snap you’re right- IMMA BE A WHOLE DAD- this is the happiest day of my life-“

You look at him in admiration. Come to think of it... he willingly accepted to raise a kid who wasn’t his and he never hesitated even if it was fake. You see his face beam with joy. ‘That joy doesn’t seem fake...’

You spend the rest of the day thinking of the story you’d have to tell others when you suddenly realize “KIRISHIMA-“ he looks at you frightened thinking something happened, “YOU MISSED YOUR PATROL-“

He looks at you for a while and laughs, “Oh yeaah- I forgot to mention I took the day off to stay with you”

You look at him with a wild look, “Why did you do that?”

“Like I said, so I could spend time with you and because I wanted to help you unpack. But you were done when me and Izuku came over.” He gives you a loopy grin.

You feel butterflies at his smile but ignore the feeling pretending its you appreciating his kindness. There is no way you’re falling again so soon right?

You get up and hug him, “Thank you so much Kirishima for being here for me. Thank you in advance for putting up with me when I get bigger and more annoying”

He hides his blush in the crook of your shoulder. And hold you near. “I promise to protect you and this baby, even if the baby isn’t mine.” He says softly. ‘I promise to protect you both because I love you more than life itself. And I know i will love you’re baby as my own.’ Kirishima knew this was the only way he could show his love for you and not worry about you rejecting him. He knew you didn’t love him like he did you but he settled for that.

As it nears dinner time you walk to the kitchen and begin preparing dinner. Kirishima wanders after you and watches as you seem content and thinks of what it would have been if he did live a life like this with you. Before he knew it dinner was ready and you serve him a plate and place it in front of him snapping him out of his daydream. He thanks you and waits for you to sit and eat with him.

After dinner he insists on washing the dishes and for you to relax because you’re pregnant. You almost argue that you were fully capable but as soon as you open your mouth he sweeps you off your feet and settles you on the couch as he runs off to do the dishes.

When he swept you off your feet your heart began to race furiously. You tried to push down the feeling but couldn’t help to think of why you felt that way. The only thing you could come up with was love but no that can’t be.

After Kirishima comes back he sits beside you and you both continue to talk about how your plan is going to work.

You spend the rest of your time off with Kirishima and Izuku whichever is off or has time. Other times you spend it alone or shopping for your baby because in your mind, it was never to early to start shopping. Heck, even Kirishima would come over after work and have something for the baby. He was as excited as you were. You notice how he took the role of being a dad seriously even if it wasn’t his child.

You finally return to work but after a couple of month of returning to work again, your pregnancy belly began to show causing you talk to your agency about having an indefinite leave from hero work until after your baby was born. They understand and let you go on maternity leave.

So again you find yourself at home. Tired of sitting around you decide to take a walk. You put on a loose dress that does a great job at hiding your belly and head out. As you take a stroll, you bump into someone and you mutter an apology as you look up and freeze. ‘Shit’ You dont know what to do or say so you stay quiet hoping he leaves you alone. “Y/N?” You hear him say and curse quietly, “Hey bakugo...”

He looks relieved and speaks again, “I’ve been trying to contact you and explain... but it says your number isn’t available. I also tried looking for you but I dont know where you live...”

“And I intend to keep it that way too, Bakugo” You walk off and feel him reach out and as he is about to grasp your arm you yank it back and you feel yourself fall and twist your ankle. Bakugo pales when he sees you fall and twist your ankle. “SHIT SHIT- IM SORRY Y/N- LET ME TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL-“

“No-“ you try to stand but cant so you relent, “Fine, but please call kirishima for me”

His face scrunches up and wonders why you want to call kirishima. As he sits you in his car he dials Kirishima’s number and when he picks up you calmly begin to speak, “Hey kiri, Bakugo is taking me to the hospital... I twisted my ankle”

“Y/N? WHAT HAPPENED- HOLD ON I HAVE TO FINISH MY PATROL AND ILL BE THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE DONT GO ANYWHERE” and he hangs up. You sigh, ‘where the hell am I supposed to go with a twisted ankle’ and set the phone down and see that you’ve arrived to the hospital. You see bakugo head inside and comes out a couple of seconds later with a nurse pushing a wheel chair. You wait as they sit you on the wheel chair and roll you inside.

After an hour the doctor comes back, Bakugo who insisted to stay mutters out, “Finally.”

“Well Miss. l/n, its a good thing that its only a sprain. And Also, did you know you’re pregnant-“

You pale and watch as Bakugo stiffens. You softly respond “Yeah, is the baby okay?”

“Yes! The baby is okay perfectly healthy, the fall did not harm them.”

You sigh in relief and before you answer you hear a familiar but out of breath voice say, “Oh crap I’m sorry I’m late but its a good thing the baby is healthy.” You smile at Kirishima but that smile doesn’t last when you look over at Bakugo who is so furious it looks like he’s about to let out some explosions.

“Can we have some alone time doctor?” Bakugo asks coldly and the doctor nods and walks out not wanting to be stuck in that drama.

“What the hell does he mean by your pregnant?” He growls out.

Both you and Kirishima pale and look at each other. ‘Well shit.’ None of you say anything so Bakugo speaks again,

“Is it mine? Is the baby mine?” He says almost hoping its true. Hoping that it will be a way to win you back.

You hesitate before answering, “No, that baby is Kirishima’s”

“YOU CHEATED ON ME AS WELL? YOU ACTED LIKE A VICTIM WHEN IN REALITY YOUR JUST A FILTHY WHORE?!!”

You grow angry but before you can say anything, Kirishima speaks for you.

“Dont you dare accuse y/n of being a whore. She is the most loyal person I have ever met. We did not mean to fall in love with each other but we did and now we are expecting.” He says it so calmly almost like he isn’t mad but oh boy he is furious. But unlike Bakugo, he knows it isn’t manly to loose his temper.

You stare in shock as you watch Kirishima defend you and as Bakugo sadden at Kirishima’s words. Did you really fall in love with Kirishima he asks himself.

“Please leave Bakugo,” Kirishima demands, “You’re stressing Y/N out and she doesn’t need that stress right now.”

Your heart beats uncontrollably as you watch him worry about you and the baby.

The doctor walks in after Bakugo storms out and says you can be released after you sign some papers. After signing them you are about to getup but before you even touch the ground you’re being picked up by a pair of strong arms making you blush. Kirishima notices your blush and blushes as well. He takes you to his car that not even gonna lie is parked terribly in his attempt to rush in to see you. He sits you down and buckles you in, “I can still buckle myself in Kiri” You say giggling slightly, “I know, but I still like to do it for you, princess” he shuts the door and runs to the other side. He buckles in and sets of home. When you arrive he insist on carrying you in all the way into your apartment. You thank him and before he leaves he makes you promise you’ll call him if you need anything. You laugh and promise.

After a week of being cared for by Kirishima you finally convince him to let you go shopping for baby things. He reluctantly agrees but only if he goes too. You sigh and agree. As you finish getting ready you stand in the mirror and look at your belly. ‘You’re getting bigger and bigger everyday, my love’ you think as you rub your belly. Kirishima walks in to see if you were done and sees you looking at your belly. He smiles and approaches you wrapping his arms around your stomach.

“Do you think I will be a good mother?” You ask him.

He is taken aback by the question but answers truthfully,

“I think you’ll be the best mom this little blessing could ever hope for.”

You smile and respond, “and you’ll be an amazing dad as well”

He smiles at that and says, “Y/n... I need to get something off of my chest...”

You look at him scared fearing the worst and answer, “What is it?”

“I think I’m in love with you...” He removes his arms from around you and looks at you waiting for rejection but it never comes, instead you say,

“I think I’m in love with you too” He smiles at that and gives you a small kiss on your lips. He feels so happy he could burst.

“I was so scared of telling you but I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore.”

“I’m glad you told me Kiri, I was scared to admit I had feelings for you because I was scared of being broken again but I know you’re not like that” You smile and speak again, “Now lets go because I want to go shopping for our baby” You pull him along and you leave your room and apartment.

You both decide to walk to the mall and enjoy each other’s company as you walk even with your twisted ankle you dont mind it because you have kirishima that was distracting you. As you arrive you head straight to the maternity stores not seeing a certain pink haired girl walk near you. Kirishima speeds up trailing after you not wanting to be apart from you.

As you browse the clothing you hear a familiar voice behind you,

“Y/N?! Is that you??? What are you doing in the maternity store-“ she trails off when you turn around to face her. She stares at your stomach, then at kirishima, and then at you and then back at the stomach.

“Holy shit- YOURE HUGE”

SERIES MASTERLIST — Part 4

A/N: this chapter is wack- sorry about that also sorry for it being so long I didnt realize it 🤧 also can you believe I wrote a chapter that was filled with very little angst? < I wrote that before I wrote the falling scene- Whew, anyways, if you’d like to be tagged you can send a dm, ask, or comment <3

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likealittleheartbeat · 4 years ago

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The Queer Platonic Love of Aang & Zuko

Friend. What a weighty and intimate word in Avatar The Last Airbender. The series’ “found family” is iconic at this point, and is literally established as a “family” by Katara in the third episode. She pulls Aang back from the outrage of the Avatar state, saying “Monk Gyatso and the other monks may be gone, but you still have a family. Sokka and I, we’re your family now.”

As I’ve said before, establishing this central safety net of trusted people is essential to Aang’s healing. Still, it’s interesting to me that they insist on this group as a “family” rather than something that might emphasize “friendship.” Something along the lines of ‘we’re your friends and we’re here with you.’ I can think of several animated shows that have done as much successfully. The show withholds the word “friend” for another purpose. I’ll happily admit that Aang and the others describe each other as “friends” throughout the series, but rarely is the use of the word (through pacing, repetition, or emotional context) given a sense of gravity in those moments.

However, three scenes in the series rely heavily on the word “friend,” and each scene connects Aang more and more profoundly with Zuko, eventually revealing that the show’s entire plot hinges on the friendship between these two boys. In a series so latent with symbolism, what do we make of these star-crossed friends? The relationship between Aang and Zuko, I want to suggest, is meant to explore Platonic Love in all its depth, especially within a masculine culture that not only devalues it, but views its queer implications as inherently dangerous to the dominant power structures of an empire.

Get ready zukaang fans for a long-ass atla meta analysis...

“If we knew each other back then, do you think we could’ve been friends, too?”

The first time the word “friend” is uttered between them, Aang is perched on a branch, waiting for Zuko (who is laid out on a bed of leaves the Avatar made for him) to wake up after his blue spirit rescue. “You know what the worst part about being born over a hundred years ago is?” Aang waxes, “I miss all the friends I used to hang out with. Before the war started I used to always visit my friend Kuzon. The two of us, we'd get in and out of so much trouble together. He was one of the best friends I ever had...and he was from the Fire Nation, just like you. If we knew each other back then do you think we could have been friends too?” The scene stood out for me when I first watched it for the melancholy and stillness. We are not given a flashback like we did when Aang talked about Bumi or Gyatso in earlier episodes. We have to sit with Aang’s loss of a male friend. It echoes a veteran’s loss of a war buddy more than anything a western audience would expect in a children’s show about the power of friendship. Instead of simply mourning, Aang invites Zuko into the past with him. He invites Zuko to imagine a time before the war, a land of innocence, where they could live together. And between them there is a moment of reflection given to this invitation (...until Zuko shoots a fucking fire blast at Aang).

The wistful mood returns when the two boys arrive back to their respective beds. Aang is asked by a loopy fevered Sokka if he made any “friends” on his trip, to which Aang sadly replies, “No, I don’t think I did” before tucking away to sleep. Aang’s mournful moments often stand out against his bubbly personality, but this moment stands out moreso because its the final moment for Aang in the episode. For the first time, he doesn’t receive comfort in his dejection. He doesn’t even confide in his peers. The solemnity and secrecy of this failed “friendship” is remarkable.

It’s in the next symbolic gesture that I think Avatar reveals what’s at stake in the concept of “friendship.” Zuko, in the next scene, lays down to rest after his adventurous night, looks pensively at the fire nation flag in his room, and then turns his back on it. We realize, especially after the previous revelations in “The Storm,” that Aang’s gestures of “friendship” have caused Zuko to doubt the authority of the Fire Nation.

Now all three remaining nations have misogynistic tendencies, but the Fire Nation celebrates a specific brand of toxic masculinity, and Zuko longs to emulate it even after it has rejected and scarred him. In the episode, “The Storm,” which directly precedes “The Blue Spirit,” we see how Zuko failed to replicate masculinity’s demands. In a room of men, he disregards honorifics to speak out in the name of care and concern for people’s well-being over strategy. Though the war room was all men, we later see that The Fire Nation does not exclude women from participating in this form of toxic masculinity. (Shoutout to Azula, one of the best tragic villains of all time!) This gender parity prevents disgraced men, like Zuko, from retaining pride of place above women. So Zuko’s loving act and refusal to fight his father puts him at the lowest of the low in the social hierarchy of the Fire Nation, completely emasculated and unworthy of respect.

Since then, Zuko has been seeking to restore himself by imitating the unfeeling men of the war room and his unfeeling sister, barking orders and demands at his crew. The final redemptive act for this purpose, of course, is to capture the Avatar, who’s very being seems to counteract the violent masculinity at the heart of the Fire Nation. In most contemporary Euro-American understandings, Aang is by no means masculine. He’s openly affectionate, emotional, giggly, and supportive of everyone in his life, regardless of gender. He practices pacifism and vegetarianism, and his hobbies include dancing and jewelry-making. And, foremost, he has no interest in wielding power. (@rickthaniel has an awesome piece about Aang’s relationship to gender norms and feminism).

In addition to the perceived femininity of Aang’s behavior, he’s equally aligned with immaturity. Aang’s childishness is emphasized in the title of the first episode, “The Boy in the Iceberg,” and then in the second episode when Zuko remarks, “you’re just a kid.” Aang, as a flying boy literally preserved against adulthood, also draws a comparison to another eternally boyish imp in the western canon: Peter Pan. This comparison becomes more explicit in “The Ember Island Players.” His theatrical parallel is a self-described “incurable trickster” played by a woman hoisted on wires mimicking theatrical productions of Peter Pan. The comparison draws together the conjunction of femininity and immaturity Aang represents to the Fire Nation.

When Zuko is offered friendship and affection by Aang, then, he faces a paradigm-shifting internal conflict. To choose this person, regardless of his spiritual status, as a “friend,” Zuko must relate himself to what he perceives as Aang’s femininity and immaturity, further demeaning himself in the eyes of his father and Fire Nation culture. The banished prince would need to submit to the softness for which he’s been abused and banished. This narrative of abuse and banishment for perceived effeminate qualities lends itself easily enough to parallels with a specific queer narrative, that of a young person kicked out of their house for their sexuality and/or gender deviance.

I want to point out that Aang’s backstory, too, can be read through a queer lens. Although the genocide of the air nomads more explicitly parallels the experiences of victims to imperial and colonial violence, I can also see how the loss of culture, history, friends, and mentors for a young effiminate boy can evoke the experience of queer men after the AIDs pandemic and the government’s damning indifference. In fact, colonial violence and the enforcement of rigid gender roles have historically travelled hand-in-hand. Power structures at home echo the power structures of a government. Deviance from the dominant norms disrupt the rigid structures of the empire. Aang’s background highlights how cultures based in something besides hierarchy and dominance, whether they be queer cultures or indigenous societies, threaten the logic of imperialism, and thus become targets of reform, neglect, and aggression by the expanding empire and its citizens. Survivors are left, as Aang was, shuffling through the remnants, searching for some ravaged piece of history to cling to.

We begin the series, then, with two queer-coded boys, one a survivor of broad political violence, the other a survivor of more intimate domestic abuse, and both reeling from the ways the Fire Nation has stigmatized sensitivity. But the queer narrative extends beyond the tragic backstories toward possibility and hope. The concept of platonic love proposed here, though it does not manifest until later, is a prospect that will bring peace to the two boys' grief-stricken hearts and to the whole world.

“Do you really think friendships can last more than one lifetime?”

“Do you really think friendships can last more than one lifetime?” Toph asks before the four members of the group hold hands. Since Toph previously mourned her friendless childhood, it’s easy to appreciate this line for its hopefulness regarding the four central members of the Gaang. They long to appreciate that they’re all connected. As touching as this is, the soul-mated ‘friendship’ concept is actually uniquely applicable to Aang and Zuko.

When does Toph ask the question specifically? It’s after hearing the story of Avatar Roku and Firelord Sozin: how their once intimate friendship fell apart; how Fire Lord Sozin began, undaunted, the genocidal attack on Airbenders. After recounting the tale, Aang, the reincarnation of Avatar Roku, excitedly explains to the group the moral that every person is capable of great good and evil. While that moral could easily be ascribed to many people in the series, the connective tissue is stretched directly to Zuko in a parallel storyline. Reading a secret history composed by his grandfather Sozin, Zuko discovers that he is not only the grandson of the empirical firelord but of Avatar Roku, as well. We see how the rift between the Sozin and Roku echoed down across history to separate the airbending culture from the fire nation, and, on a more human level, to separate Aang from Zuko. The two boys find themselves divided by their ancestors’ choices— and connected by Avatar Roku’s legacy.

This is what takes their “friendship” from simply a matter of the character’s preferences to something fated, something unique from the other friendships. The rest of the found family is positioned as circumstantial in their relationship to Aang and one another. Yeah, it’d be cool if they were all connected in past and future lives, but the audience receives no indicators in the series that it’s necessarily true. Only faith holds them together, which allows room for an appreciation that your “found family” friendships might simply be the trusted people you discovered along the way.

Zuko’s friendship is characterized differently. Both his struggle to befriend Aang and his eventual “friendship” are explicitly destined by the story of Roku and Sozin. After this episode, the series depends upon Zuko’s ability to mend the divide inside himself, which can only be done by mending the divide between him and Aang. Their inheritance symbolizes this dynamic exactly. As the reincarnation of Avatar Roku, Aang can be understood as the beneficiary of Avatar Roku’s wisdom (he should not, as many jokingly suggest, be considered as any kind of biological relation of Roku or Zuko). Zuko, on the other hand, has inherited Roku’s genealogy in the Fire Nation. These two pieces of Roku must be brought together in order to revive Roku’s legacy of firebending founded on something besides aggression.

In addition to making the ideals of Roku whole again, the two boys must tend to the broken “friendship” between the two men. As the Avatar and the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation, Aang and Zuko parallel Avatar Roku and Firelord Sozin precisely. The narrative of the latter pair places destiny precisely in the hands of the former. And since both Aang and Roku expressed the desire for “friendship,” it falls in the lap of the corresponding royal to give up their imperial dreams so they can gain something more peaceful and intimate. For Zuko, this now can only be accomplished when he heals the rift within himself.

Importantly, both the previous friendship and the destined friendship between Zuko and Aang are between two men. The coming-of-age genre has proliferated the trope of homosociality (friendship between individuals of the same sex) and its eventual decline brought on by maturity and heterosexual romance. (Check out the beautiful and quick rundown of classic examples, from Anne of Green Gables to Dead Poet’s Society, made by @greetingsprophet ). The story of Avatar Roku and Firelord Sozin replicates this established narrative.

We see them playing, sparring, and joking intimately with one another. The two as young adults were intimately connected, the series explains, “sharing many things including a birthday.” Eventually their intimacy is interrupted by their worldly responsibilities and the spectre of heterosexual romance on Roku’s part.

Now, It’s not a huge leap for one to wonder if Sozin longed for something stronger in their “friendship.” We see no female romantic interests for Sozin. Instead, he continues to demonstrate his platonic allegiance to Roku. When Roku prepares to leave for his Avatar training, Sozin walks into his room and gives him his crown prince headpiece, a gesture of unique devotion that positions his friendship above his politics (which harkens to Plato and EM Forster’s ideas about platonic love that I’ll discuss in Part 3).

One might note, too, how the wedding between Roku and his childhood sweetheart provides the setting for the escalation of Sozin’s violence. “On wedding days,” Sozin writes, “we look to the future with optimism and joy. I had my own vision for a brighter future...” He then pulls Roku away from his bride for a personal conversation, briefly recapturing the earlier homosocial dynamic with his friend. Sozin describes his affection for their intertwined lives. Then he links their shared happiness to the current prosperity of the Fire Nation. He imagines the expansion of the Fire Nation, which would also expand on the relationship between him and Roku. But the Avatar refuses the offer and returns to his wife, insisting on the value of traditional boundaries (both the pact of marriage and the strict division of the four nations). The abandonment of the homosocial relationship by Roku sets the site for the unmitigated empirical ambitions of Sozin. One wonders how history might’ve been altered had the two men’s relationship been sanctified and upheld. How might’ve Roku persuaded Sozin in his empirical ambitions if he had remained in a closer relationship to his friend? In their final encounter, Sozin reacts vengefully to his former platonic love: he lets Roku die protecting the home the Avatar shared with his wife. Sozin’s choice solidifies the divide between them, and makes the grief he’s experienced since Roku left him into actual death.

Instead of Avatar Roku and Firelord Sozin finding a resolution, Aang and Zuko are ordained to reverse their friendship’s disintegration. Yes, they must heal the rift in the world created by the Fire Nation’s aggression, but Aang and Zuko must also reverse the tradition of lost homosociality within a culture of unrelenting machismo. Despite Avatar: the Last Airbender’s ties to the coming-of-age genre, the arc of Aang and Zuko’s “friendship” counters one of its most prominent tropes. “Some friendships are so strong they can transcend lifetimes,” Roku says, and it’s precisely this platonic ideal that draws Zuko and Aang towards one another in ways that are revolutionary both in their world and in the traditions of our’s. To come together, as two matured boys, to form an adult platonic love that can persist into adulthood.

“And now we’re friends.”

Which brings us to the consummation of Aang and Zuko’s “friendship.” Having resolved their previous hostilities and having neutralized the outside forces that would rather them dead than together, Aang and Zuko can finally embrace and define their relationship as “friendship.” Now, if we look closely at Zuko’s expression, we’ll notice a pause, before he smiles and reiterates Aang’s comment. My initial response, with my zukaang shipping goggles on extra tightly, was that Zuko just got friend-zoned and was a little disappointed before accepting Aang’s friendship. When I took a step back, I considered that we are given this moment of reflection to recognize Zuko’s journey, his initial belligerent response to the idea of befriending the Avatar. When he accepts the term of ‘friend,’ he reveals the growth he’s undergone that’s brought peace to the world. With these two possibilities laid out, I want to offer that they might coexist. That the word ‘friend’ might feel to Zuko and the audience so small and limited and yet simultaneously powerful. The pause can hint at the importance of “friendship” and signal something more. This reading emboldens the queer concept of “friendship” that undergirds their relationship. That the hug that follows might be meant to define the depth of the platonic love that is at the very heart of the series.

Saving a hugging declaration of “friendship” for the announcement of peace in the series is quietly revolutionary. In the twentieth century, male characters could connect in battle, on competitive teams, and through crime. “In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy — as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh — as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege — as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover — as long as he is riddled with bullets,” writes Kent Brintnall. Aang and Zuko’s hug starkly contrasts this kind of masculine intimacy. The show suggests that environments shaped by dominance, conflict, coercion, or harm, though seemingly productive in drawing people and especially men together, actually desecrate “friendships.” Only in a climate of humility, diplomacy, and peace can one make a true ‘friend.’

In situating the’ “friendship” between two matured males in a time of peace, the writers hearken back to older concepts of homosocial relationships in our fiction. As Hanya Yanagihara has described the Romantic concepts of friendship that pervaded fiction before the 1900s. In her book, A Little Life, Yanagihara renews this concept for the twenty-first century with a special appreciation for the queerness that one must accept in order for platonic love to thrive into adulthood. She writes, “Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together day after day bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified.” Aang and Zuko’s relationship, despite a history that would keep them apart, reclaims this kind of friendship. Their hearts, bound together by an empyrean platonic love, are protected from the political and familial loyalties that would otherwise embroil them.

In addition to Yanagihara, another author that coats the word ‘friend’ with similar gravity and longing to Avatar is E.M. Forster, who braids platonic friendship in his writing with homoeroticism and political revolution. In Forster’s novel Maurice (originally written in 1914 but published posthumously in 1971 due to Britain’s criminalization of male homsexuality), the titular character asks a lower class male lover lying in bed with him, “Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his? I suppose such a thing can’t happen outside of sleep.” The confession, tinged with grief and providence as it is, could easily reside in Aang’s first monologue to Zuko in “The Blue Spirit.”

Platonic love as a topic is at the heart of Maurice. Plato’s “Symposium,” from which the term platonic love derives, is even directly referenced in the book and connected with “the unspeakable vice of the Greeks”— slang for homosexual acts. For Forster, the sanction of platonic love, both the homosocial aspect and the latent homosexuality, reveals a culture’s liberation. “If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend,” Forster wrote in his essay “What I Believe,”, “I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.” This echoes a sentiment of philial love described by Plato.

Rather than revolutionary ideals, for Forster friendships, and specifically friendships that disregard homophobia, provide the foundation for peace, equality, and democratic proliferation. When Aang and Zuko embrace, they are embodying this ideal. Platonic love and the word “friend” have a history intertwined with queer romantic love, and, while I won’t argue that Avatar attempts to directly evoke this, I will suggest that the series consciously leaves room for this association. Now, the show certainly makes no attempt to imply anything romantic between Zuko and Aang within the timeline we witness (nor any same sex characters, which reflects cultural expectations in the 2000s). And for good reason, the age gap would be notably icky, to use the technical term. (You might note, however, that the show actually allows for crushes to extend upwardly across the same age gap, when Toph accidentally reveals her affection for Sokka to Suki in “The Serpent’s Pass.”) Despite connecting queer friendships to the history of ‘platonic love,’ Avatar provides two critiques to platonic love for audiences to absorb. One is the pederasty with which Plato defined his ultimate form of love in his Symposium. Fans rightfully comment on the age gap between Aang and Zuko as something preventative to shipping them together. And beyond the fact of their ages, Aang’s youthfulness is emphatic, as I remarked earlier. Aang and Zuko are prevented from consummating their platonic love until both are deemed mature in the last moments of the series. And even then, their relationship is directed toward future development rather than conclusion. Instead of cutting away, they are allowed to exit their scene together toward a speech about hope and peace. This stands in stark opposition to the permanence of Aang and Katara’s kiss. The platonic love in Avatar, the kind EM Forster cherishes, is relegated to adulthood as opposed to other kinds of boyish friendships. The conclusion of Avatar, at least for me, actually feels especially satisfying because it settles our characters in the “new era of love and peace.” It is a beginning, and it feels more expansive than the actions the characters choose to take in the episode. Even as our characters conclude three seasons of narrative tension as the sun sets and “The End” appears on the screen, it feels instead as if their stories can finally begin. The characters are allowed to simply exist for the first time. Yes, Aang and Katara or Zuko and Mai are allowed to embrace and kiss, but it’s because the pressures of empiricism have finally been banished. They are now allowed to try things and fail and make mistakes and explore. Things don’t feel rigid or permanent, whether that be one’s identity or one’s relationships.

Ideally, within the morality of the series (at least as it appears to us with no regard for whatever limits or self-censorship occurred due to its era of production and child-friendly requirements), “friends'' are maintained alongside romantic partnerships. Both Zuko and Aang’s separate romantic relationships blossom within the same episode that they declare their “friendship.” In fact, a vital plotline is the development of Zuko’s relationship with Aang’s romantic interest. While anyone in the fandom is well aware of the popular interpretation of romantic affection between Zuko and Katara because of their shared narrative, I have to point out that romantic feelings across the series are made extremely explicit through statements, blushes, and kisses. Zuko’s relationship with Katara can be better understood in the light of the coming-of-age counternarrative. While the love interest often serves as a catalyst for separation for a homosocial relationship, the friendly relationship with Aang’s love interest—seeking her forgiveness, respecting her power, calling on her support, etc—is vital for Zuko to ultimately create an environment of peace in which he and Aang can fulfill their destined “friendship.” In fact, we can look at Katara’s femininity as the most important device for manifesting Aang and Zuko’s eventual union. It’s her rage against misogyny that frees Aang from his iceberg, midwifing him into the world again after his arrested development, the complete opposite of a Wendy figure. It’s her arms that hold Aang in the pieta after his death in the Crossroads of Destiny, positioning her as a divine God-bearer. Afterwards, its her hands that resurrect Aang so that they together can fulfill his destiny. It will be these same hands with this same holy water that resurrect Zuko in the finale. Only through Katara’s decided blessing could Aang and Zuko proceed toward the fated reunion of their souls.

The importance of this critical relationship to femininity becomes relevant to a scene in “Emerald Island Players” that one might note as an outstanding moment of gay panic. Zuko and Aang, watching their counterparts on stage, cringe and shrink when, upon being saved by The Blue Spirit character in the play, Aang’s performer declares “My hero!” Instead of the assumption of homophobia, I wonder whether we might read Aang and Zuko’s responses as discomfort with the misogynistic heterosexual dynamics the declaration represents. Across the board, Avatar subverted the damsel in distress trope. There’s a-whole-nother essay to be written on all the ways it goes about this work, but the events in “The Blue Spirit” certainly speak to this subversion. It’s quite explicit that Zuko, after breaking Aang’s chains, is equally dependent on Aang for their escape. And, by the end of the actual episode, the savior role is reversed as Aang drags an unconscious Zuko away from certain death. To depict these events within the simplistic “damsel in distress” scenario, as The Ember Island Players do, positions Aang as a subordinately feminized colonial subject, denies him his agency, and depicts the relationship as something merely romantic, devoid of the equalizing platonic force that actually empowers them. The moment in the play is uncomfortable for Aang and Zuko because it makes Zuko the hero and Aang the helpless object. Aang is explicit about his embarrassment over his feminized and infantilized depiction in the play. And Zuko, newly reformed, is embarrassed to see, on one hand, his villainy throughout the play and, on the other hand, see how his character is positioned as made out as a savior to the person who has actually saved him.

At the heart of the series is not the idea of a chosen one or savior. Instead, we are saved by the ability for one person to see themselves in another person and to feel that same person equally understands their own soul. This is the ideal of platonic love. Platonic love between two matured boys—two boys with whose memories and bodies bare the scars of their queer sensitivities—is an essential part of the future of peace. Many fans have a sense of this, labeling the relationship as “brotp” and “platonic soulmates.” I simply encourage people to acknowledge that platonic love, especially in this context, is not a limit. There is no “no homo” joke here. When we remark on the platonic love between Zuko and Aang (and across media more generally) we are precisely making room for friendship, romance, and whatever else it could mean, whatever else it might become. While I find Legend of Korra lacking and in some ways detrimental to appreciating the original series, it’s finale interestingly parallels and extends this reading of platonic love in a sapphic vein. And most recently, She ra Princess of Power was able to even more explicitly realize these dynamics in the relationship between Adora and Catra. Let’s simply acknowledge that Aang and Zuko’s relationship blazed the trail: that peace, happiness, hope, and freedom could all hinge on a “friendship,” because a “friend” was never supposed to be set apart from or less than other kinds of relationships. For the ways it disregards gender, disregards individualism, disregards dominion, platonic love is the foundation of any meaningful relationship. And a meaningful relationship is the foundation for a more peaceful world. *Author’s note: I’m just tired of sitting on this and trying to edit it. It’s not perfect. I don’t touch on all the symbolism and nuances in the show and in the character’s relationships. And this is not meant to negate any ships. It’s actually, quite the opposite. This is a show about growth and change and mistakes and complexity. Hopefully you can at least appreciate this angle even if you don’t vibe with every piece of analysis here. I just have no chill and need to put this out there so I can let my obsession cool down a bit. Enjoy <3

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adoredontour · 4 years ago

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all the fics i read and loved this month, in order from longest to shortest!

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December) by green_feelings @greenfeelings 128k

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove 124k

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore 113k

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

nothing worsens, nothing grows by soldouthaz @soldouthaz 102k

and he sits there quietly with harry’s headphones in his ears while his eyes begin to close, totally unaware that he’s listening to the soundtrack of harry falling in love with him.

or, another roadtrip au featuring harry as the misunderstood hipster, louis as the bitter psych major, liam as the one with the secret boyfriend, and niall as the one who just wants everyone to be happy.

& more under the cut!

Follow Your Arrow by bitter_leaf @bitter-leaf 78k

Harry was the golden child, blessed in every way; Niall was the charming miscreant, a bad boy; Liam was the future-son-in-law parents of daughters dreamt of, and Zayn was the kid parents wished was their son. But Louis, Harry thought, Louis was the special one.

It's senior year and everything is about to change.

somethin’ bout you by missandrogyny @missandrogyny 59k

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

The Recklessness in Water by LarryOn @larryonsimon 50k

Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He's stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren't bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.

Missed Connection by littlelouishiccups @littlelouishiccups 39k

Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your skin.

With a boring and generic soul mark like Hi, Harry is pessimistic he’ll ever find his soulmate or that he’ll realize it when he meets them. But he could always have it worse, like his new friend Louis who had a drunken one night stand with his soulmate a few years ago and woke up the next morning alone.

before we knew by falsegoodnight @risthebrave 39k

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

what’s mine is yours to make your own by soldouthaz @soldouthaz 39k

sometimes, the closest harry ever feels to home is louis. it's their shared hotel rooms on tour, their shoes toed off in the doorway next to each other, jackets hung on the same post.

it's everything he doesn't notice until it's been taken away from him.

And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train @runaway-train-works 35k

“Lets move back a bit yeah?” Harry clutches at his waist with a free hand and tugs him to move through the crowd until they are almost at the back of the group and settles them both beside the far wall. “There. That better?”

Louis looks up at him, as if he’s a tad dazed. “Uh, yeah, thanks. Can’t really see much from back here either though.”

Harry lifts a shoulder and grins at him, placing a hand on the wall behind Louis to pen him in. “We’ll just have to create our own fireworks then, won’t we?” He says it jokingly with a wink, and Louis laughs but he seems nervous. He must know that Harry is harmlessly flirting. Harry flirts with everyone after all, including Louis.

“Do you think this is a good idea Haz?” Louis asks quietly, almost too quietly in the clamour of the room, his head bowed as he scuffs his shoe on the carpet.

“Stop over thinking it Lou, it’s one kiss. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

last blues for bloody knuckles by creamcoffeelou @2ofusmp4

Styles was a name everyone knew. It had evolved into something of a fairy tale, a far away problem that normal people didn’t have to deal with. Louis never thought he’d find himself falling in love with him. When he finds himself pregnant with Harry’s child, he knows he has to leave the life, and Harry, behind. For her sake.

He never expected Harry to show back up on his doorstep five years later.

A mob au.

like it’s a game by soldouthaz @soldouthaz 32k

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

gathered on wings by Brooklyn_Babylon @twopoppies 32k

As Harry lay by Louis’ side, covered in sweat and come, he knew he should feel ugly, messy, ruined, like the life he’d left behind. But something about the way Louis looked at him, the way his eyes stared at him with want and awe, made Harry wonder if he’d ever feel this beautiful again.

Harry rolled his eyes at himself for his momentary romantic dreaminess. As good as this was, he knew it was nothing more than sex. He literally couldn’t afford to fall for just anyone, no matter how fit they were.

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What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist. What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way. Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for. Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.

let’s make a thing of cream and stars by missandrogyny @missandrogyny 24k

It doesn't explain why he's lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.

As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis' wet dreams since he was about eighteen.

(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)

Strong Enough by jacaranda_bloom @jacaranda-bloom 21k

The biggest obstacle is still in place, firmly ensconced as a roadblock, cemented in their path and preventing them from moving forward. The thing is, it’s not actually Harry that’s the problem. Harry, for all his faults, for whatever decisions he’s made to lead to him to where he is in his life right now, would move heaven and earth and all that’s in between to help Liam, to support him. No. It’s Louis. He’s the one that has to reach out. He’s the one that has to let go and get the fuck over himself. It’s been five years for Christ's sake. It’s time to move on and suck it up.

“So…” Liam starts, and Louis instantly knows where this is going. He’s actually glad that it’s Liam that drags the subject out from the shadows and into the world. Louis turns to face him, mirroring his position on the couch and nods, ready for him to continue. “Have you spoken to Harry recently?”

Five years after Vertigo goes on hiatus, the band comes back together for a benefit concert. Can Louis and Harry work through their complicated past, or are some wounds too deep to be healed?

you flower, you feast by stylinsoncity @aliensingucci 18k

He's King of the Underworld, but don't assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even.....a soulmate.

(Despite not having a soul.)

And along came "Harry".

The Orchards of Jessop by jaerie @jaerie 15k

At age 40, there isn’t much excitement in widower Louis Tomlinson’s life, but wasn’t that the reason he’d moved to Jessop Island in the first place? Back then he hadn’t thought retiring before he reached 30 and moving to the countryside would mean that he’d be doing it alone. Now, just to fill the space, he welcomes lodgers into his home that pass through working as temporary labourers at the orchards just up the road. They’ve all been young adults eager to start lives of their own after one last summer of freedom.

All of them have been much the same, coming and going from Louis’ house with just enough social interaction to keep the house from feeling so empty. But when a global pandemic shuts down the world, being quarantined with a quiet twenty year old who keeps to himself might turn out to be an awkward arrangement. By the time the restrictions have been lifted, their relationship has developed into something Louis isn’t quite ready to give up. With their twenty year age difference, Louis has to be prepared for the inevitable outcome when the reality shatters the private world they’ve been living in. He’s not sure he’ll be able to let it go.

if i had the chance, the things i would do to you by missandrogyny @missandrogyny 14k

Niall sighs. He leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. It makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. "You have quite the fanbase, Harry. I'm not denying that. And you've done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you're still talked about. But that's all you've done, and I'm not satisfied. I want more." He blinks at Harry. "Don't you want more?"

(Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle)

One Way Road To Something Better by femstyles @femstyles 12k

Four years ago when Louis and Harry moved in together, Louis promised Anne that he’d take care of Harry no matter what. But things don’t always go as planned, and sometimes risky choices have to be made.

Inspired by Don't Let It Break Your Heart

baby look what you’ve done to me by ballsdeepinjesus 9k

The next day kind of turns everything upside down, though. Louis gets another lingerie catalogue addressed to Harry. He’s about to toss it when he sees a personalized note stuck to the front; it thanks Harry for his previous purchases and offers him a complimentary six-month subscription to their magazine free of charge. It’s a unisex lingerie catalogue. Lingerie specifically designed to allow for the existence of penises, apparently, judging from the bulging cocks covered in lace that he sees as he flips through the pages. His breath catches in his throat at the thought of a faceless Harry -- mysterious, odd Harry -- dressed up in his purchases, whatever they may be.

He thinks he needs a lie down, to be honest.

[louis moves into harry's old flat. harry gets a lot of mail.]

golden hearts (light their way back down) by fairytalelights @lookslikefairytale 4k

“..So, top or bottom?” Louis asks when Harry tunes back in. And... what? Harry knew he should have been paying more attention but he has no idea how in the hell Louis explaining camp rules to him could have led to discussing sexual preferences this quickly. He must have smiled and nodded at the wrong place one too many times.

or, the one where Harry’s first day as a summer camp counsellor doesn’t go quite as planned.

Still, Somehow, You’re Perfect Now by FallingLikeThis @fallinglikethis 3k

Harry Styles is Captain of the footie team and all-around popular dude-bro-pal to the entire senior class. He’s kind to everyone from what Louis Tomlinson can tell, and kinder still when he thinks no one is looking. Of course, Louis has been looking. Ever since he transferred schools at the beginning of the year and noticed Harry for the first time, it’s been hard to look away.

All My Friends Are Here by abrighteryellow

He is about to decline, though. If he has to sit through forced merriment, the least he can do is avoid participation at all costs. He is about to, but then the guy with the microphone is looking out into the crowd. He’s saying things, too — about rules and prizes and team names. At least, Louis assumes so. He can’t really hear him over the ringing in his ears.

“Alright, mate. I’ll play.”

A pub quiz has invaded Louis’s favorite dive. Fortunately, it comes with a charming host.

Front porch and one more kiss by Femstyles @femstyles <1k

A goodnight kiss on a front porch

BONUS: (rereads)

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry 136k

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Close to Nowhere by angelichl @angelichl 34k

“I will kill you in your sleep,” Louis threatened as he quickly stepped out of his jeans.

“I don’t think that would work very well baby, seeing as you talk to dead people all the time.”

“I’ll kill you in your sleep and ignore your ghost. And don’t call me that.”

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

led by your beating heart by missandrogyny @missandrogyny 24k

Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?"

Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out.

"Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any helpful right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.

"Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?"

Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou.

But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something.

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

#monthly fic rec #rec #28th appreciation #fic rec

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willow-salix · 4 years ago

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Hog-Malarkey

Just a little (I’m lying about the little) thing that @olliepig and I have thrown together for you all to enjoy. The Secret Santa gift exchange took care of Christmas so we’ve got New Year covered. Here’s a little snippet of the first half (we’ll post the second half tomorrow), you can read the rest on Ao3 by clicking this link.

“Remind me again, just why are we here?” asked John with a shiver as the car made its way through the streets toward the centre of the city.

“Because Penny was invited to some fancy party at the castle and invited Gordon and Cat, which somehow ended up with all of us getting dragged along just for good measure,” Scott grumbled from the front seat, ignoring the whack on the back of the head that could have come just as easily from Cat or Selene.

“Well I think it’s going to be fun,” declared Selene firmly with a defiant look at John, daring him to disagree with her. “It’s not often we get to spend time together off the island as a family and the least you boys can do is stop complaining.”

“It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s too early and I have far too much work to catch up on after Christmas, I fail to see why I had to be included on this little trip,” John muttered under his breath, crossing his arms in an effort to keep warm. The driver had the heating on full blast but he could still feel the damp cold sneaking into every exposed gap on his person to freeze him down to his toes.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Virgil piped up, a happy grin firmly fixed on his face. Scott shot a look at him that clearly warned him not to elaborate on that, on pain of death.

“Honestly, you men are so grumpy it’s ridiculous. I thought I’d married the only anti social one,” Selene said, ignoring John's huff of protest, “but clearly not. This is a chance to have a break, maybe take in the sights and relax and all you're doing is complaining. If this is how it’s going to be then Cat and I will leave you at the hotel and have some fun on our own, won’t we, Tippy Toes?”

“Absolutely. If you boys want to be miserable then that's fine, but you’re not cramping our style. I’ve not been to Edinburgh for years and I’ve been looking forward to this so I’ll be damned if I’m letting some grumpy ass Tracys spoil it,” Cat finished with a flourish.

“OK, OK,” Scott placated her. “We’ll get checked in to the hotel, get some warmer clothes on and head out to see what the city has to offer. How does that sound, everyone?”

“That’s good for me,” Virgil smiled, nudging Alan as he peered out the window at the fairground attractions that were in the gardens below the castle. “Wanna go and see those, squirt?”

“I’m not a kid any more, Virgil,” grumbled Alan, trying hard to ignore the matching grins on his brothers’ faces as they watched him trying to reconcile his love for anything that spun him upside down with his desire to be seen as one of the adults. “But I guess it might be fun…”

“I’d just like to say, here and now, that I am NOT going on anything that spins fast or does that loopy loop shit, not unless you want me throwing up on your lap. We all remember what happened last time I let Alan and Gordon drag me onto a ride and we won’t be doing it again,” Selene told them firmly.

Alan sniggered to himself, reminded of their trip to the theme park a few years before. “I promise we won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Good,” she huffed. “I need a relaxing break after the stress of dealing with you idiots the entirety of Christmas.”

“She’s just worried what she’ll blurt out this time if she goes on another ride,” Scott side whispered to Cat. “Last time she yelled for a divorce and they had only been dating four months but Grandma overheard and got all excited. They said they weren't ever getting hitched but now look, married and scowling all the time. I thought that only happened in TV shows.” He ducked and yelped when he received another smack around the head, confirming his suspicions that it had been Selene the first time too.

“I don’t think there is anything else she could yell out,” Cat whispered back. “Not unless she starts offering to sacrifice her first born to ensure her safety.”

“Don’t give Grandma more ideas,” Scott winked. “That would mean popping out a sprog first.”

“We can hear you, you know,” John hissed through chattering teeth, allowing Selene to wrap her arms around him in a bid to warm him up. Space was never like this, his suit kept him at the perfect temperature, space was quiet and calm and above all, didn't have his brothers there. This little trip was going to be a nightmare, he could feel it in his bones.

“I know,” Scott assured him. “Doesn’t make it less true.”

“I think that's us here,” Cat called out, elbowing Scott in the ribs as they pulled up outside a grand looking old building right beside the castle, shutting down any further conversation.

“Wow,” Selene whispered, her nose pressed against the window. “That really is a castle, an actual freaking castle. Bitch, we’re gonna be princesses!”

“Hell yeah, we are,” Cat grinned back at her as John and Scott exchanged a look of pure terror, wondering what was about to be unleashed onto the world.

“I wonder if they have decent bathtubs here?” Selene pondered, ignoring the sniggers that echoed around the car. It wasn’t her fault that Scott had told everyone about the room cleaning bill that Penelope had discreetly passed on to him after she and John had accidentally flooded a bathroom the morning after Penelope’s charity ball.

"I meant so John could warm up!"

"Sure you did," Scott drawled, not sounding like he believed her at all.

“Oh look,” Virgil called loudly, pointing out of the window, clearly having never been more thankful to see his younger brother in his life before. “There’s Gordo.”

John frowned, catching sight of the strained look on the aquanauts face through the rain speckled windows of the car. “He doesn’t look happy.”

“That’s not a good sign,” Scott agreed, throwing open the door before the driver could make his way around the car to open it for them, waving his aside impatiently. “Gordon, what's wrong?”

Selene exchanged a look with Cat, one eyebrow raised, Cat shrugged in return, a small smile forming as she watched Scott striding across the pavement. It was always interesting to watch the sudden shift that took place inside Scott whenever his bro sense tingled. He could go from teasing to serious in the blink of an eye whenever he felt like one of his family needed him.

“I know that smile,” Selene whispered to the other woman, “should we be expecting another room cleaning bill?”

“He’s just so damn sexy when he does that,” Cat sighed dreamily.

Selene cast a glance at John who had apparently forgotten that he was cold and grumpy to join Scott in his interrogation, a frown creasing his forehead as he shifted effortlessly into work mode. “Yeah, I'm with ya, girl.”

Slipping her arm through Selene’s, Cat towed her along as they scurried to catch up with the rest of the family, Virgil and Alan having exited while they had been eyeing up their men.

“So she was sick right there and then?” they heard Alan ask, his eyes as round as saucers, as the girls joined the huddle of Tracy that had formed.

“In the ice bucket,” Gordon confirmed with a sad nod.

“She didn’t go on any of those rides, did she?” Alan asked. “Because if that’s the reaction I’m definitely not sitting next to Sel on anything ever again.”

“Hey!” Selene protested, insulted on her stomach's behalf. Alan just shrugged, unconcerned, he'd only said the truth.

“And you still don’t know what it was that caused it?” Virgil asked, trying valiantly to drag the conversation back to its original point, the medic in him wanting all the information.

“No! One minute we were enjoying dinner the next she was bright red and honking like a goose whenever she tried to speak.”

“Definitely an allergic reaction,” Virgil agreed. “Any other symptoms?”

“Other than re-spackling half the bathroom from both exits and not coming out all night?”

Alan made a face that registered his disgust at his brother’s vivid description, he'd never look at the Lady the same again.

“Yes, other than that."

“Itchy, blotchy, pukey,” Gordon ticked off symptoms on his fingers like he was calling a register at Disneyland. “Swollen and dizzy. Nope, I think that’s about it.”

“Is that not enough?” Selene asked, her eyes widening in horror.

“Where is she now?” Cat asked, concerned for her best friend. Penelope was not one to be caught out in such a manner, she had very few allergies but always made sure that any chef was well informed before she dined, so this one had to be previously unknown.

“Parker took her home about an hour ago, she’s got the family doctor on standby waiting to meet her back at the manor.”

“So, does that mean we can all go home?” John asked hopefully.

Gordon shook his head. “She made me promise that we would represent her in her absence. Apparently someone from the Creighton-Ward family has been in attendance for the last two hundred years and we can’t let her down.”

“Well, if you promised I don’t see that we have a choice,” Virgil admitted.

“Oh, come on guys,” Gordon pleaded, seeing the looks of resignation on his family’s faces. “It won’t be that different to what we would have been doing already, we just have to be on our best behavior and follow a few more traditions, that's all.”

“Why do I feel like we’re going to regret this?” Scott groaned.

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“So you’re telling me now that we’ve all got to wear kilts?” Scott exclaimed, his displeasure written all over his face as he took in the five matching outfits that hung from a rail that had been wheeled into the shared living space of their suite.

#hogmanay #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Happy New Year #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #alan tracy #Gordon Tracy #selene tempest #catriona george

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adabofblessings · 4 years ago

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Wisdom Teeth

I do not own Transformers.

Word count: 4.6k

Uploaded on: ao3 and fanfiction

Summary: Jack gets his wisdom teeth out. The outcome is expectant and the Autobots are severely confused.

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The clacking sounds of fingers tapping against the keyboard was all 3 humans could hear from the Dentist waiting room. One woman sat in the middle while two teenagers sat beside her, swinging their legs and letting their feet slide against the white-spotted tiles.

The one teenager on the left twirled hair around fingers, a bored expression on her face as she examined the faded hot-pink streak on the tips of her hair. The other teenager on the right, who looked much younger than the girl, pushed his glasses up to perch his nose and tapped his fingers against the side-bar, making a rhythm out of the tapping.

The black-raven haired woman wore nurse scrubs and a worn out cardigan that framed her thin shoulders. She had a magazine in her lap, her cyan blue eyes scanning the page before turning the page and resuming her reading.

Finally, the silence had broken when the Japanese teenager groaned out loud, her eyes snapping to the ceiling with an exasperated look.

"Ugh! When is Jack coming out? It's been like, forever!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air as if the emphasize.

"Its only been less than an hour," The nurse said quietly, not bothering to look up to the impatient teenager.

The youngest teenager leaned forward and craned his neck towards Miko. "Getting Wisdom teeth is longer than filling in a cavity," Raf explained with a small grin. "Its a surgery in your mouth.

The woman finally looked up from her magazine and smiled. "Raf's right, Miko," June said to the restless girl.

Miko rolled her eyes and huffed, leaning back and crossing her arms to her chest.

"I just wanna see Jack all dopey like," Miko mumbled, pouting slightly. June quirked her eyebrows up. "Miko, laughing gas does cause you to be...loopy, but sometimes it doesn't usually affect some people."

Miko groaned out loud and ran a hand over her face. "So I waited for Jack for nothing?!"

June sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I could be wrong," she reasoned quietly.

"You better be," Miko muttered under her breath, ignoring the chills that ran down her spine when she saw Jack's mother giver her a stern look.

"I didn't think you could get your wisdom teeth in at 16," Raf said thoughtlessly.

The nurse turned her head to the youngest teenager and her lips tugged up. "You can actually get your wisdom teeth as early as 14," she explained. "I believe Jack got his when he was about 15 years old."

Raf widened his eyes. "Seriously?!" he exclaimed, quite astonished. He briefly wondered if he was going to get his wisdom teeth by his 14th birthday. The boy looked down to his feet. "That sounds painful..."

June hummed. "Jack said it was the worst pain he felt in his mouth. Unfortunately, you can't avoid it forever."

Raf shuddered. Thank God he was still 12...and a half.

"I mean, you might get it over with as soon as possible," Miko piqued in.

"Miko's right, the more your gums are tender, the more it'll bet easier to get them out."

Raf shrugged. "Still sounds painful."

"All surgeries are painful, Raf," Miko pointed out with a smirk.

As soon as Miko finished her sentence, the door opened and a woman came out with a mask around her neck, a clipboard in her hand and a lab coat draped around her body professionally. She smiled at them. "June?"

June sat up and placed the magazine on her seat. She turned towards the woman and closed distance between them and returned the smile. "I'm June Darby."

The dentist nodded. "Jack did really well on the surgery," she remarked, earning for June to sigh in relief. "He'll need at least three days of rest. I would suggest soft foods, cool liquids for about week and then bland foods up until his gums are fully healed."

She looked down towards the clipboard. "Swelling and discomfort will occur several hours after the surgery, reaching a maximum within three days. An ice pack on his cheeks for forty-eight to seventy-two hours will help the swelling. After the third day, a warming pack may help diminish the swelling and stiffness."

June nodded as she listened intently.

"And how many times do we have to change his gauze?" she questioned.

"Every thirty to sixty minutes until the excessive bleeding will subside; the oozing will stop in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours."

"And his medication?"

"You are really on top with these questions, huh?" The dentist asked, impressed. June smiled and inclined her head. "All in the work of being a nurse," June joked.

The dental surgeon laughed and shook her head. "I should have known, seeing as you are wearing nurse's scrubs," she said with an quirk of her lips.

June smirked and shrugged. "New style, apparently."

"Hmm, yes, besides that, the prescription will be at your local pharmacy. Make sure he eats with the medication to avoid nausea. After four days or so, use warm salt water to clean out the wounded gums, a syringe will help, three times after every meal,or gargle. Jack should be very light when he brushes his teeth once he's able too."

June nodded as the dentist handed her a piece of paper with the same instructions she explained and looked them over before returning her gaze towards the dental surgeon. "Thank you for taking care of my son," June said gratefully, holding out her hand.

The dentist shook her hand and grinned. "No problem, he was a pleasure," she said. "We just finished cleaning everything and he'll be ready to go. Would you like to see him?"

"Please."

The dentist turned around and June followed pursuit. She stopped abruptly and turned her head to give Miko and Raf a stern look. "Behave you two," she warned. "I'll be back to retrieve Jack and then we'll get the medicine before we go to the Autobot base."

Miko gave her a sarcastic salute while Raf nodded obediently.

When June left with the surgeon, the Japanese teenager took out her phone and pressed a recording app. Raf bit his lip as he watched Miko hold her phone out and zoom to the door.

"Are you sure Jack would want us to record him while he's on laughing gas?" Raf asked nervously.

Miko waved him off with a scoff.

"I would want someone to record if I was high on laughing gas."

"Yeah, but this is Jack we're talking about."

"He'll be fine."

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When June entered the room, Jack was still sitting on the dental engine chair, his electric blue eyes blearily looking at the wall straight in front him, his hands clasped together and reclined back slightly.

The mother chuckled as she saw peaks of tousled black-raven hair from the blue cushioned head rest.

He jolted as soon as he footsteps, craning his neck around and looking at his mother with a look of daze.

June couldn't help but smile in amusement. Her son was so out of it.

"Hey, sweetheart," June greeted softly, walking beside him and placing a hand over his folded hands. "How're you feeling?"

"Mmf..." Was all Jack could produce as he lolled his head back, feeling his eyes droop.

A hand gently nudged his shoulder and he made a tired noise, opening back his eyes and tiredly blinking.

"You can rest when we go home, hmm?" June said quietly, brushing away the bangs from Jack's forehead and leaning down to press a loving kiss. Technically, they weren't going home and if weren't for her work to be shoving down schedules at the worse times, they would've been going home so Jack can rest.

But work always seems to call her at the weirdest times. The Autobots had agreed to watch Jack for the remainder of the day and a little bit into the night, but she didn't really explain that Jack was getting surgery...more like getting his teeth fixed, but hey, she was half-correct.

June watched as Jack nodded sightly and sat up as much as he could from sitting in the reclined chair.

June felt hands wrap around her own and tug her down as Jack maneuvered his legs to dangle off the seat. She helped him off the dental engine chair and let him get used to walking, though he was very unsteady and sluggish.

"Alright, one step at a time," June ushered softly to Jack.

While slowly walking down the hall, Jack was very adamant about what was in his mouth.

"Wh' do hafe marshmellows in my mout'?" Jack asked, his voice muffled by the copious amounts of gauze. He lifted his finger to prod his swollen cheek, but June was quick to gently hoist his hands away from his face.

"Don't touch your face, it'll agitate you," she reprimanded softly.

In all her years since he was a toddler he whined so childlike.

June sighed and opened the door to the exit, guiding the teenager to follow her. Soon enough, two other children hopped from their seat and sped to them. Miko grinned wildly, holding up her phone to Jack's frontal view while Raf merely looked in astonishment upon seeing Jack's puffy cheeks.

"Woah, you're like a chipmunk!" Miko exclaimed, snickering behind her phone as Jack an audible noise that sounded like a small purr.

"How many gauze does he have in his mouth?" Raf squeaked out, wincing on seeing his cheeks dusted with red. "Seems pretty full."

June smiled reassuringly. "It'll only be in for another two to three hours until the excessive bleeding stops, Raf."

Miko snorted and leaned her phone closer to Jack's face.

"Whad'you say, Jack, ready to get to the base and let everyone see you?" Miko inquired, a smirk gracing her lips. Jack frowned as much as he could and lazily grabbed Miko's phone, shutting it off and pushing it to Miko's face.

"Hey!"

Jack let out a stifled laugh, a gleeful look on his face.

"Told you Jack wouldn't like it," Raf drawled out loftily, arching an eyebrow.

Miko huffed and bumped Raf with her shoulders. "Shut up."

"Alright you two, why don't you help me get Jack to the car while I talk to the dentist about his medication," June said with the corners of her lips tugging up in amusement.

Raf relented immediately as he went beside Jack's side and held onto his arm. Miko, however, was reluctant.

"Come on, Miko," Raf urged. "Its a two person help, seeing as I'm too short if Jack goes tumbling onto the ground."

"Yeah, but he's drooling," she said, uncomfortably looking at the bloody saliva drooping from Jack's dried lips. Raf gave her an unimpressed glare as June released a sigh, but grabbed a tissue and wiped the saliva from the oldest teenager's mouth.

She looked at the younger girl. "Better?"

Miko shrugged but eventually walked over to Jack's other side and intertwined her arms around his arm.

June nodded firmly. "Good, now lets get Jack in the car and then we get his medication and then get to the base."

The teenagers nodded in reply before hauling the taller teenager out the door. June smiled, watching them leave through the door and to the car. Ever since June could remember, Jack always had a challenging time making friends, but since the Autobots barged into their lives unexpectedly, it brought Jack's inner self out.

And she was grateful that Jack had good friends that he could rely on.

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The moment June's car entered the base, the smell of metallic and copper flared into the medic's Olfactory sensors. He blanched visibly and whirled his helm away from the station and towards Nurse Darby's car, optics scanning for any injuries while they slipped out of the car.

Miko popped out from the car and smiled at amber and white mech. "Miss us, Doc Bot?" she asked in an enthusiastic tone.

Ratchet narrowed his optics, a look of scrutiny on his faceplates.

"Who's bleeding?" He inquired urgently. "I can smell you humans blood."

The CMO's optics landed on Raf and he scanned him for any injuries. With relief, the youngest boy was uninjured. He checked on Nurse Darby, who was on the other side of driver's seat.

There was a loud moan and then shuffling from between. Before Ratchet knew it, Jack was out of the car and sluggishly walked beside June, leaning heavily against her.

"Jack?" Ratchet asked, quirking an optic ridge questionably.

The raven-haired teenager dazedly cracked his eyeballs open, and Ratchet was quite surprised on how Jack's vibrant blue color was almost misty and dull like.

But those eyes widened in surprise as the teenager gasped out loud, making Ratchet even more bemused.

"Holy crap!" Jack exclaimed, pointing straight at the medic and mouth open to reveal these white, wet...mesh? "The sun is right in front of me!"

Ratchet blinked and before he could deny Jack and also question his delusions, Raf and Miko burst out laughing as they hunched over and hugged their forms.

Complete confusion spread across the medic's faceplates, internally worried for the oldest teenager. He looked over to June with a look of bewilderment and concern.

"Nurse Darby?" he questioned weakly.

June chuckled and patted Jack's shoulder gently. "Jack got his wisdom teeth out, and he got laughing gas before the surgery," she explained.

Ratchet inclined his helm, his processor muddled with unanswered questions that started popping up. He wasn't very knowledgeable on human medication or surgeries in that type of matter, and has still yet to learn more about human customs.

But, he's not the only Autobot that needs to learn more about human cultures.

"Laughing...gas?"

"Its just a sedative to help calm the patients and make it easier to relax."

"Hey mom!" Jack's eyes were wide enough to pop out of his brain. "You're talkin' to th' sun! Tha's so cool. Sunshine is really huge!"

"He's basically drugged up," Miko called out, an amused smirk gracing her thin lips as she looked at Jack's excitement over Ratchet being the sun.

June shot her a glare before sighing and giving the Autobot medic a weak grin. "Essentially, Miko is correct, but its completely legal...under medic purposes."

"I see," Ratchet murmured, rubbing his digits under his chin as he examined Jack. "So, I am guessing that the symptoms to this...laughing gas is hallucinations?"

June gave him a rueful smile and Ratchet knew by her expression that he was indeed correct.

"When I thought that Jack was just getting teeth fixed, I did not expect for him to be this...out of it..."

"Neither did I," June admitted, grimacing a bit. She shook her head and gestured her hand towards her son. "He shouldn't be that hard to care for. The laughing gas will wear off pretty soon. Raf and Miko will change his gauze every thirty to sixty minutes until the blood subsides as well."

She averted her gaze towards the two teenagers. "Right?"

Miko huffed but nodded in reply as Raf gave her a small incline of his head, the glasses falling off the perch of his nose.

Good kids.

June's lips quirked up into a happy smile and she looked up at Ratchet's large frame. "Thank you guys for taking care of Jack, I really appreciate it," she said sincerely. Since finding out about the Autobots' existence, she was reluctant for her son to help them out, but turns out that they help out with children as well.

They've basically became family afterwards.

A very odd, dysfunctional but no one really minded it.

She heard Ratchet grumble a 'You're welcome' without turning around to face her but she'll take it.

June turned her heel and was almost surprised to see Raf and Miko helping Jack up the stairs and to the Children's corner.

Yes, very good kids.

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"Jack, why is your face so...chubby?" Arcee questioned as she approached the children's corner, where Jack was lying on the long couch, his face turned towards the blank TV, mouth slightly open and revealing white...puffy things.

Miko nor Raf was with Jack, which was unusual because they were rarely apart, unless they were hanging out with their guardians.

She noticed that the TV was not even on, which made her raise her optic ridge in confusion.

"Jack?" she asked again.

"Mmm..."

Arcee leaned forward, her facplate turning worried. "Jack, are you okay?"

He blinked slowly and opened his mouth again, only for drool and blood to spittle out. Arcee grimaced and leaned back, her helm averting to Ratchet's frame who's back was facing her.

"Ratchet, something is wrong with Jack," Arcee called out, worry lacing with her tone.

Without bothering to turn around to face the blue femme, the medic grunted out loud.

"Jack got his wisdom teeth out, and the dentists gave him a medication that helps relax the patient. He'll be out of commission for a day or two."

"Wisdom...teeth?" Arcee blinked, cocking her helm to the side. "He has wisdom in his teeth and got them removed? Doesn't he need them if he needs to excel in school?" she asked.

She heard Ratchet groan out loud.

"No, its just to remove the teeth so his mouth will have space-it has nothing to do with wisdom," Ratchet grumbled out.

"Oh."

Arcee returned her gaze towards the teenager boy, wondering briefly how he can breathe with all those gauze in his mouth. She leaned forward once more and squinted closely.

No doubt that Jack was completely out of it when it came to his awareness. His eyelids were heavy and his face looked swollen with his red and chubby cheeks. His body lethargically moved uncoordinated and he blinked blankly in front of him.

"Jack?"

"Mmm...ye'?"

Arcee blinked in surprise. That was the first response of words he said since she tried to ask him if he was alright.

"So you got your wisdom teeth out, huh?"

She watched him and all she noticed was him trying to roll his shoulders. Though it was bit hard considering that he was lying on his stomach and half of his body was hanging off the couch, including his head.

The blue femme smirked and quirked an optic ridge. "Ratchet says that you were given medicine to help you relax." She hummed playfully. "You're definitely more relaxed than I have seen you in the last days."

Jack tried to lick his dry lips but it looked like he was struggling to do the basic movement for his mouth with the gauze cramped inside.

Arcee used a single digit to gently tap his lips. She smiled reassuringly.

"You shouldn't talk with things in your mouth," she reprimanded lightly. "Just get some rest."

Something in his electric blue eyes changed momentarily. It was a brief, grateful shine to his eyes before it became dull and tired.

Arcee smirked and shook her helm as she straightened her frame. Jack always talked with his eyes-every time. That was something Arcee had to learn from her charge. That his emotions didn't cross his features on his face but rather in the depth of his pupil and irises.

She had to admit that organic eyeball irises were perhaps the most beautiful things she has seen since arriving to earth. Each and every human has different eye colors and shapes.

Autobots had wholly blue optics while Decepticons had crimson red, but each Cybertronian had a different shape to them.

But with humans...they had depth to their irises. If Jack was in the sun with his blue eyes, would turn into the color of a electrifying blue color and when he was inside it was a dark sapphire or deep-sea type.

If Miko's chocolate brown eyes shone just right where the sun would reflect her irises, it would become a bright, hazelnut color. Like a glint of sun penetrating the thick, gooey honey humans adore.

If Raf's cognac irises shone with the sun, it would become a toasty-orange topaz color. He had darker flecks around the outer rim of his irises but it complimented him greatly.

The glasses made his eyes pop out more, surprisingly.

Arcee shook her helm again and grinned quietly.

Admittedly, Team Prime has talked about their detailed eyeballs. Optimus was more observant about their eyes, noting how Jack's pupils would widen when shocked or surprised. Miko's would dilate when excited or hyper while Raf's would do the same but when he was afraid.

It was weird to say that humans definitely had a lot more traits to express their emotions, but it took time to find the true characteristics they use to express their true feelings.

Arcee released a heavy vent before turning around to face Ratchet.

"I'm heading out for a drive."

And with that, she headed out for a quiet drive.

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It was getting late and June had still yet to come pick up Jack.

Arcee had offered to take him off, but with Jack still not capable of controlling his strength, both Ratchet and Optimus had declined and just suggested to let June pick up Jack whenever she was done with work.

However, Jack was getting better. He still was a bit dopey, but he was definitely better than before. He no longer thought that Ratchet was the sun anymore, so it was good thing that loopy medication was getting out of his system.

Though, the exhaustion kicked in pretty fast and Jack promptly slept most of time at the base.

When Raf and Miko left, they had popped some new gauze into Jack's mouth, and then told Ratchet and Optimus that Jack should be able to know when he needs to put new gauze in his mouth and to be careful.

True to their word, Jack was more than capable to change his gauze, much to Rachet's and Optimus' relief.

'Til then, Jack spent most of his time lounging around the children's area. Ratchet had gone to recharge after a hard day of experimenting and doing research. Bulkhead and Bumblebee accompanied their charges home and Arcee was doing the night shift.

Which left the Prime at the main room station with a slightly dopey and quiet teenager. Regardless, Optimus didn't really mind the boy's company. He held this sort of quiet, yet kind atmosphere.

Though, the boy didn't really seem to move whenever Optimus would glance at the children't corner.

The Prime could only assume that he was asleep from the quick surgery in his mouth.

An hour or two later, however, when Optimus checked on him, he was up, blearily rubbing his knuckles against his tired eyes. The Prime approached the children's area upon noticing how Jack sat up and mumbled something as he unsteadily stood on his feet.

He seemed to still be in the stage where he was trying to wake up.

Optimus tilted his helm slightly and looked at the teenager with a soft gaze.

"Is there something you are looking for, Jackson?"

Jack jerked and looked up, his face full of surprise on seeing the Prime asking him.

He probably did not notice me, the Prime mused silently.

Nonetheless, Jack relaxed his shoulders and looked around, black-raven hair swaying with each movement of his head.

"Mmm...'auze..."

Optimus leaned forward, a look of confusion crossing his stoic features as he met face-to-face with Jack.

"Hmm?"

Jack slowly returned his gaze towards the large 'bot and pointed to his mouth, full of the sullied and wet gauze. It was still slightly bloodied, but it was to know that Jackson's gums were no longer bleeding heavily.

"Oh."

Optimus turned away from Jack's slim form and scanned the children's corner.

He spotted it easily and with careful digits, he plucked the package with his foredigit and thumb and gave it to Jack.

The teenager gave him a grateful look and took the gauze within his own hands and opened it up. Optimus watched with fascination as the young organic spat out the old gauze and popped in the new ones, tucking it safely on the far side of his mouth.

It was astonishing to see such tactics to stabilize cuts and wounds for humans. Cybertronians only used a special tool to seal up their wounds and they were fine afterwards.

But with humans, they needed specific method to make sure that they and their wounds were healing properly.

The Prime was so immersed in his own thoughts, that he didn't even realize that Jack neared around his helm and looked at him dazedly. When he finally came his senses, Optimus bashfully noticed Jack's form near him.

"Is there something you need, Jackson?" His bass-like tone was soft and quiet, something that most people he have met was in awe of. His voice could be soft as a calm river and then become loud and clear like a dagger.

Jack didn't say anything, but he did raise his arms up.

Optimus blinked.

When the Prime didn't answer, Jack curled and unfurled his hands into fists quickly, as if to signal him.

"Up."

The single word processed into his processor, and yet, he still didn't understand it.

"What do you mean 'up'?" Optimus questioned patiently.

"Pic' me up," Jack replied sleepily. To say that Optimus was shocked to hear the oldest teenager asking him to pick him up. Jack never really asked to be carried around as much, mostly because Arcee's shoulderplates were too small, so he always opted to walk beside the comrade.

Optimus returned the look with hesitance.

"Are you sure?"

Jack nodded and reached out for him, practically stretching his arms to its capacity. "Please?"

Optimus was still reluctant, but he granted Jack's request and held out a servo for the teenager to climb on. The boy hopped up, almost stumbling off the Prime's servo. Luckily, the blue and red mech was quick to react and cupped the young organic in his servo.

He heard Jack sigh in reply and relief flooded the Prime's wires.

The Autobot leader looked down and with complete bewilderment, he saw that Jack had lied down and curled in on himself, snuggling into the Prime's servo with no warning whatsoever.

Optimus has never seen Jack do this before. The teenager was pretty independent when it came to transportation.

Cautiously, Optimus drew in his servo to his chassis and watched in awe as Jack instinctively touched his chassis lightly with his tiny hand. A small smile graced the Prime's lipplates, his spark thumping against his spark chamber with quiet fondness and anxiousness.

One move and he could practically snap the teenager's spine in half, and be damn if he did that to any of team Prime's allies, especially the children. But as the minutes passed and Jack's soft breathing was the only sound Optimus could hear, he relaxed and released a delicate vent.

Children...

Regardless of their species, they were all unique and gifted with so many things the Prime has yet to learn, that including Jack, Miko and Raf. He was always so busy with decoding and tracing energon signals that he had very little time learning of their lives.

There was so much that he wished he could learn upon living on earth.

What was out there...what mysteries it holds.

Like a silent fox, he hovered closely to Jack's form and tenderly touched his helm against the boy's soft and tousled hair. He could feel the tiny head lean into the contact. The Prime couldn't help but smile softly and close his optics, savoring the warm contact between he and the boy.

His frame purred quietly, as if he was soothing a sparkling of his own.

It was like Optimus was reaching out with much affection than Jack was .

The blue and red mech couldn't see it, but the corners of Jack's lips tugged up softly upon feeling the warm metal touch his forehead. It was comforting...both to Optimus and Jack.

Optimus had to admit that he didn't show affection very much, but when he did...

He relished every moment. And he hoped that Jack would too.

"Goodnight, Jack," Optimus murmured.

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Goodness, this one-shot was pretty dang long! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this fic!

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ambersky0319 · 5 years ago

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Some random shit cause why not?

Gonna do this organized by pairing so

Creativitwins

When I say creativitwins btw, I mean no romantic relations between these two what so ever, and only mean their sibling relationship. RemRom shippers DNI/Do NOT tag as RemRom

They have a monthly prank war, most of it taking place in the Imagination so they can go all out but sometimes they'll do more harmless pranks on the others in the mind palace

If they have partners, they're best friends with the other person's partner

Ex. Intrulogical and Roceit = Platonic!Logince and Platonic!Dukeceit

Neither of them is King, and King is neither of the twins. It took awhile for everyone in the mind palace to accept this

They celebrate the split together, for awhile it was in secret. They spend the day just at each others sides and its the one day everyone can expect them to get along

They would murder for each other

Very critical of one another's partners if they have them

They both helped in creating the Dragon Witch, and the Dragon Witch has a strong bond with the twins because of this; the Dragon Witch was the last creation they made together before feuds started between them

Remus does very minor things that annoys Roman but Roman can't get mad cause they're really petty things and he hates that Remus knows just how far to push it

They binge movies sometimes, alternating between what each of them likes

They collaborate on fanfics together

Often times it's hurt/comfort fics

Remus is scarily good at writing fluff with very interesting descriptions and Roman's amazing when it comes to angst that can punch you in the gut in so few words

They are the matchmaking royalty of the mind palace, and know within hours when someone develops a crush

They both get very loopy whenever Thomas has a crush, and around 3am if Thomas hasn't gone to bed yet

They get into a l o t of fights, and often say many things they don't mean. They make it up usually but there are some things that were never resolved

Remus taught Roman how to sew, but he's awful at designing himself so Roman helped create Remus's outfit so that it didn't look like a fashion hurricane had wrecked his brother

Sometimes Remus will waltz into Roman's room when Roman is sleeping and just flop onto Roman

On these nights(it's always in the middle of the night) everyone will be woken up by unholy screeches from Roman as Remus refuses to get off him. Except Deceit, who sleeps with headphones on and music blasting cause he knows Remus will do some random loud shit at night and he needs beauty sleep

Both the twins can't recall any memories from King, but they have a journal left by him in the center of the Imagination and sometimes they'll just sit together and go through the entries

At the end of the day they have each other's backs and would do anything to protect the other

Kingceit

This is obviously before the split

King just always felt a certain curiosity when it came to the dishonest side, and Deceit didn't mind Creativity's company

When Virgil first forms they take care of him together

Deceit is tiny and King is pretty tall so King just loves to carry Deceit around and Deceit just lets him after awhile

King loves hearing Deceit sing

King also adores Deceit's scales, and he loves kissing every single one in the morning and seeing Deceit's human side blush

Deceit enjoys hearing King's random stories and ideas, and often helped expand them by asking questions

For a long time Deceit had some control over the Imagination because King gave him that ability, but after the split Deceit left all the control to Remus and Roman

Deceit still can't enter the Imagination after the split occurred, no matter how much the twins beg him to visit and see what they've created

King and Deceit's relationship just kind of works, y'know? And it just sort of happened over time and it just felt right to them

King is not allowed to cook. He does not fight Deceit's decision to ban him from the kitchen, as last time King tried cooking he nearly burned most of the house

King's great at decorating cake tho so Deceit bakes the cake and King gets free reign over how it looks in the end

They go to bed super early and sleep in till around noon, often drifting back and forth between sleep and consciousness

Both are absolute saps when they're tired and say the most cheesy shit to one another

Dukexiety

Late night conspiracies

They actually make a great team when protecting Thomas, none of the other sides realize that a lot of the things that Virgil worries over for Thomas's sake were things suggested by Remus(ex. "What if that guy drugged our drink and we end up being overcome with so much pain that it paralyzes us and we can't call out and he ends up killing us" turns into "hey lets not drink this in case someone messed with it")

Virgil loves listening to Remus's stories, and is often one of the first to read them(after Remus tells him anything that might be triggering so Virgil knows if he could take it or not)

Remus is a cuddle monster but respects when Virgil doesn't want to touch anyone and usually asks if Virgil would rather be alone or if Remus could like, hang out on Virgil's floor for a bit of something

Remus made Virgil's hoodie

They both stay up incredibly late just talking about anything

And they both get up incredibly early

Logan scolds them constantly that they should sleep more

Virgil one time made a playlist for Remus to use when writing and Remus fucking cried while almost squeezing the life out of Virgil in a hug

Virgil's also drawn fan art for Remus's work but never intended to show Remus cause Virgil never thought he was any good

Remus found his sketchbooks one day and tackled Virgil in a hug the next time he saw Virgil

Virgil loves holding hands, so if cuddling is too much they'll just hold hands and sit side by side doing their own thing

Virgil absolutely loves Remus's tentacles, they're incredibly useful and whenever Remus uses them to hug Virgil, Virgil never feels safer

Virgil is strong as hell and just carries Remus bridal style sometimes

Virgil does Remus's makeup

Remus calls Virgil his Scare-bear and his Starshine, Virgil calls Remus his Gremlin and Bastard Husband(Remus grins ear-to-ear at the nicknames)

Also common when they're both sleep deprived and sappy and shit are Hon, Love, Darling, Dearest, Honey-Bear, Light of my life, Night to my day, and Moon to my stars

Intrulogical

They're both enthusiasts of forensic shows and murder mysteries

The show Forensic Files? They binged every episode together. They try to figure out who the culprit was before the episode ends and it's revealed. Remus has been correct 5 more times than Logan, however they both often get it right

Remus is on amazing terms with the Dragon Witch and the Dragon Witch ends up officiating at their wedding

Logan patches up Remus whenever one of Remus's creatures hurt him

Logan will edit all of Remus's works, as well as help develop ideas by giving feedback or ask questions or just listen to Remus ramble

Logan loves Remus rambling and will get comfortable wherever they are cause it can go on for hours

Not that he minds

Remus is Logan's Duke and Logan is Remus's Star

Remus is very easy to fluster

Especially when Logan says he loves Remus. Even after the thousandth time Remus turns crimson

Fucking dramatic these two are with their romantic gestures and yet still somehow keep their relationship hidden for years

Remus loves Logan's room cause it's actually very calming and it's filled with a bunch of soft chairs, piles of pillows and blankets, and an air mattress in the corner if anyone wants to sleep in Logan's room for the night

Logan was shocked that Remus's room was actually pretty organized. Still messy, but you could definitely find anything you needed by just glancing around

They both enthuse about space

Remus created a constellation in the Imagination and named it Logan

He also regularly creates new constellations there so Logan can find them and name them

Logan definitely writes fanfics based on Remus's stories

Remus breaks down the first time Logan says he loves Remus, and the night ends with him holding Remus close and uttering the words softly over and over

Remus loves hearing Logan read and sometimes if Remus can't sleep Logan will just read to him

Anxceit

Virgil and Deceit have many debates, they're friendly though and they both agree before the debates that they'll keep it friendly

Deceit's great at getting Virgil out of a panic or anxiety attack

Deceit uses all six of his arms when cuddling Virgil, playing with Virgil's hair or hands and holding him around the waist or stomach

They bake together a lot. Virgil has a massive sweet tooth

Will stab a bitch if you hurt the other

Virgil really loves to paint Deceit's nails

He also sometimes uses makeup to cover up Deceit's scales when Deceit gets really self conscious about them. Once the makeup comes off though Virgil will pepper kisses over the scales and run his fingers over them lightly and tell Deceit how gorgeous he looks

On the flip side Deceit loves his scales and so does Virgil cause they glimmer in the light

Virgil adores drawing Deceit

They do holidays in an anti way and do the opposite of everything you're supposed to do

They just sort of had an agreement that they'd get married and then they did, no big wedding or anything

Everyone was shook when they learned that the two were together, more so married

Both love cuddling and hold each other whenever. But they still have their different rooms cause sometimes you need a break y'know?

Sometimes they'll sit together in relative silence doing their own thing but like, leaning against one another lightly as they do it

Deceit monitors Virgil's coffee intake

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professional-benaddict · 5 years ago

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♥️ Red Heart, White Box ⬜️ ll

A collab between myself and @questionablewritings xx

Mafia AU, boss Tony, pet/plaything +18 Peter, bodyguard Steve, bodyguard Bucky, underground doctor Stephen, gun violence, shootings, GSW, injury, surgery, whump, comfort, body modification, non-con organ donation, 2.6k

Or Tony gets to see Peter when he wakes up after surgery and Bucky discovers something in the underground clinic.

part one - part three - part four

Part ll - The White Box With The Red Handle

Tony, Bucky and Steve were all waiting in the ward-like room in the underground clinic. The walls were not as damp here, but still Tony could hear water dripping somewhere. The sound was borderline annoying and hypnotising. The three gang members had barely spoken, since what was there to be said anyway? They had already thanked the doctor for saving Peter, so all that remained was to wait.

Peter woke up groggy as all get out. He felt loopy, and unconnected to reality as his eyelashes flutter open. It felt like no time has passed since the moment he passed out in the back of the car. But, Peter could tell by the heavy patch against his shoulder and the intense medicine working its way through his system that something had happened. A soft groan fell past his lips as he forced himself more awake, alerting those around that he was conscious. His fingers travelled down his body, feeling the bandage from the bullet wound. But, also another one much lower and on his side. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, glancing down and removing the covers around him to get a better look.

“Tony?” Peter called out in weak voice, sounding more scared than he intended. When Peter finally stirred, Tony was up in an instant and pushed Peter to lay back down.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, Daddy’s here.” He said soothingly, leaning down so that his forehead was pressed against Peter’s. He kissed the boy hungrily, taking his breath away for a second. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He repeated, more to himself than for Peter.

Peter’s panic settled the instant Tony came to his side. He fell back against the makeshift hospital bed, blinking over towards Steve and Bucky. How long had he been out? He was relieved to find out he had lived, but how long would his recovery be? It was Steve who registered the confusion on Peter’s face. The man stood, straightening out his shirt and clearing his throat.

“Should we get the doctor in here to explain things or? Peter might take the news better if it came from you, sir.” Steve suggested, motioning to the patch on Peter’s side. Peter frowned, once again looking down to inspect the random wound.

“What happened to my side, Daddy?” Peter asked quietly, sounding so small and fragile with a hint of fear.

“Yeah, get Strange. He wanted to see how Peter’s doing as soon as he woke up.” Tony said, craning his neck to face the bodyguard, but kept his hand in Peter’s curls. Bucky volunteered to go and once he left, Tony looked at Peter and sighed a little. “You started bleeding internally, so the doctor had to stop it, baby. He’ll explain more, but he said you’re okay now. You’re okay, baby.” Tony tried to explain, but his voice was starting to break, so he could not talk much without sounding as pathetic as ever. The boss still had an image to keep up when Steve was still in the room.

Peter frowned, too drugged up to fully understand what Tony was explaining. All he knew was, his lover was close to tears. It broke Peter’s heart. He reached up, arm restricted just slightly by the IV stuck deep in the crook of his inner elbow.

“I’m okay.” Peter repeated, his tone more solid than Tony’s. “Though, I don’t think I’ll be much use as a distraction anymore.” Peter added with a laugh. He turned towards the door, weary of this doctor that they had been talking about. Steve was pretending to be busy with standing by the door, sturdy and protective while also giving the boss his space. He knew Tony did not like to show a weakness to anyone besides his baby boy.

“Hey!” Tony chuckled tearily, pushing Peter down to lay down, but leaned down himself so that they were still close. “This is just an excuse for me to see you naked all the time. Cause I’ll take care of you, baby, I promise that.” He promised, taking one of the boy’s hands in his and kissing his knuckles sweetly.

Peter, through the medicines haze, cracked a smile at Tony’s little joke. He shook his head, but felt nothing but happiness upon being affectionate with his boyfriend. A few moments later, Bucky returned with Stephen in tow and the doctor smiled at seeing his patient conscious. The doctor was still in his scrubs from earlier when Peter and the rest had first arrived, but he now also wore a zip up hoodie on top. The underground clinic was not exactly the warmest place, nor very welcoming. But, Stephen does not make money on bedside manners anyway.

“So, you’re finally up. I’ve heard a lot about you, Peter, although we have never formally met. I’m Stephen Strange.” The doctor introduced himself, but he did not force Peter to shake hands with him.

“He was the one who saved you, baby.” Tony smiled a little sadly, still kissing at Peter’s hand.

When the doctor came through the door, Pete turned his eyes onto him, shocked. The man was gorgeous, and looked nothing like what Pete expected an underground clinician to look like. The doctor stood tall, with broad shoulders and a focused gaze. He looked like someone who valued efficiency and productivity above all else. In some ways, Tony was the same, just in another field of work.

“Thank you, sir.” Peter automatically stated, licking at his lips. He squeezed Tony’s hand for comfort and then once again found himself motioning towards his side. “I’m sorry that I caused you guys so much stress.” He added, talking to both Stephen and his medical team, as well as his own mafia family.

“Oh, baby, don’t say such things. It’s our fault we didn’t realise what was going on soon enough. I’m a fucking idiot.” Tony apologised, which he never did. Except for Peter.

“Okay, I think we should let Peter rest now.” Stephen decided, seeing how emotional the situation was getting and how it was making Peter’s heart rate and blood pressure increase. “Would you guys mind leaving us for a while? I’ll just check how the stitches are holding up.”

Peter wanted to disagree, to correct Tony and let him know that none of this was his fault. It had been Peter who had begged to be brought along. He was tired of waiting back at the warehouse while his Daddy went off and did business. Instead though, Peter only had enough time to brush Tony’s knuckles along his lips and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Go get me some food?” Peter asked, knowing Tony could use a distraction. “Something with lots of chocolate.” He added, playfully smirking. When asked to leave, Bucky and Steve were quick to pay their respects. They both quietly exited the room, and waited outside the door for their boss to follow.

“So, how you feeling?” Stephen asked once he was alone with Peter and checked the monitors. “You lost quite a lot of blood, so if you feel terrible, that’s why.” The doctor chuckled a little.

Peter grimaced now that his loved ones were out of the room. He felt horrible, but at least he had some pain meds to get him through. Pete tried to sit himself up, groaning in the process.

“I’ve felt better.” Peter responded truthfully. His side hurt quite a lot, as did his shoulder. “I bled internally?” He then asked, sounding extremely concerned. For a moment, he was finding it hard to remember what could have caused that, but then again, everything after getting shot was rather hazy.

“Yeah, your BP dropped and we found a bleed in your abdomen on the ultrasound. You must have fallen when you first got shot.” Stephen explained, pulling the blankets down to see the bandage on Peter’s left side. He was pleased to still find it white and clean and then looked up to meet the boy’s tired eyes. “So, I went in and stopped the bleed and you should make a full recovery. But, you might want to ask Stark to get you a physical therapist for the shoulder.”

“No, I’ll be all right…” Peter replied automatically, not wanting to cause Tony even more trouble and strain. Getting himself shot was enough. Besides, did not most adults complain of shoulder pain anyway, Peter thought to himself. Straightening up, Stephen raised one brow at his latest patient and watched as he struggled to put up a convincing argument. “That’s- that’s not necessary.”

“If you say so.” Stephen muttered and moved on. “How’s the pain? I can increase your morphine.”

Once again, Peter argued that he was just fine, but the doctor was not fooled in the slightest. So, he increased the flow of the IV drip regardless, and Peter quickly fell more still. His breathing evened out, indicating relief as the pain eased off, which sent him off into unconsciousness again. With Peter knocked out again and resting, Stephen left the makeshift ward with his hands in his pockets. However, the doctor barely had time to round the corner before he was stopped by someone clearing their throat, a clear indication to halt.

“Just one question, doc.” Bucky started, and straightened up from where he had been leaning against the wall right outside of the ward. Stephen kept his back turned to the bodyguard, but he did halt and tilt his head slightly to show that he was listening. Further down one of the tunnels in the underground system, some water dripped down to the floor. The sound echoed off the walls in a way that made it hard to pinpoint where the noise actually came from. “Just how does one start bleeding internally from falling?”

“If you fall hard enough-“

“Bull.” Bucky shot back.

“Look.” Stephen started and turned his head more to see Bucky out of the corner of his eye, but his back was turned still. “You brought the kid in, I saved him. I’m giving him the best morphine I have to keep him comfortable, and I’ll admit I don’t do that with everyone who stumbles in here.”

“I know you did something.” Bucky accused, but Stephen just scoffed in return and started walking again.

“Yeah, I saved the kid’s life.” The doctor called out, making his voice echo off of the bare and damp tile walls of the underground clinic. The sound could be intimating to some, along with the rest of the eerie sounds coming from underground, but not to Bucky, and he watched with keen eyes as the doctor walked off.

An hour later, when Tony and Steve returned with food, Bucky was still stood outside of the ward on patrol like a guard dog. In one hand, Tony had a plastic bag with what looked like one of the Chinese takeaway places in town that Peter likes. From the top of the bag, Bucky could also see a Ben and Jerry’s brownie ice cream pint peaking through. In his other hand, Tony had his own suit jacket, which still had some blood stains on it. Peter’s blood. The sight made Bucky take a leap and get Tony’s attention. He had to say something about Strange.

“Boss, I don’t think-“

“Buck.” It was Steve who stopped him, while Tony breezed past them and onto the ward to see Peter, as if nothing mattered but his boy. And in many ways that was the truth. “He’s not like himself.” Steve whispered to Bucky, glancing over at their boss. But, Bucky would not back down, not when his gut was telling him something was seriously wrong.

“We have to get out of here.”

“What-“

“It’s Strange. I don’t trust him.”

“Well, neither do I, but all that matters is that he takes care of Peter till he is back on his feet.” Steve argued back, keeping his voice down to prevent Tony, and Peter for that matter, from hearing their conversation.

“Steve, I think he did something. To Peter.” Bucky specified, but at the same time left it hanging. After all, he was not sure what exactly the doctor had done, but it was something. Sure, this place was eerie, but the most concerning was the doctor, But, Steve did not seem to agree.

“Yeah, he saved Peter’s life. He needs to stay here. We can’t take him to the hospital, but he can’t go home yet either. Just a few days, all right?” Steve reasoned, and gave Bucky that smile that could put anyone at ease. Usually, it worked on Bucky, but not this time. While Steve left to follow Tony into the ward, the dark haired bodyguard was left with his gut feeling and overwhelming urge to do something despite Steve telling him to not go after it. However, it was implicit, and not an order from the boss himself, so technically there was nothing stopping Bucky from doing something.

But, what to do? The underground clinic seemed to be an abandoned tube station. The clinic itself was luke warm and clean, but now and then one could feel a cold breeze coming from one of the darker tunnels. The room that the mafia family of four had arrived in the night before was to the left of the ward where Bucky still was. That was where the makeshift OR was as well, hidden and protected by plastic. The plastic covers were not transparent, but one could make out silhouettes from behind it. To the right of the ward was what Bucky guessed to be a supply closet. If he recalled correctly, it was where the two other medical professionals had come from to assist Stephen for Peter’s surgery.

A doorknob creaked and Bucky averted his eyes to see a man exit the supply closet. The man, who he guessed to be Mordo, spared him a quick glance before looking at his phone and hurried to the main room of the clinic where Stephen had gone earlier. At the realisation of an excellent opportunity, Bucky crossed the hallway to the supply closet and cracked the door open. Checking that no one was inside, the bodyguard slipped inside.

At first glance, Bucky realised that the room was not just a supply closet, but also some sort of lab. There were two fridges in the far corner of the room, and to the left there was one freezer. Up against the wall on the right, there were tall and warehouse-like shelves for what looked like sterile packages. Masks, gowns, gloves, caps and loads more that Bucky could not identify. Was it even possible to get so much stuff on the black market? Surely hospitals kept strict record of supplies, which would make stealing nearly impossible, at least in such big quantities.

On the adjacent wall to the supplies, there was a long table with vials of what Bucky guessed was blood. At closer inspection, Bucky actually found a vial with Peter’s blood. The date on the label also matched when they had arrived the night before. Moving on from the lab stuff, Bucky’s eyes shifted to the fridges and freezer. Perhaps there was more there. Opening the first fridge, Bucky found a large variety of medication in clear bottles. Looking at the labels, the bodyguard found five bottles of morphine, and he scoffed as he remembered how the doctor had said how sparsely he uses the pain reliving drug.

When Bucky moved onto the second fridge, he expected more medication, but paused as his eyes fell upon six white boxes on two different shelves in the fridge. Each box had a red handle at the top and a label on the side. Bucky tasted bile in his mouth when he realised what the boxes where. Organ transport boxes.

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49. “Stop being so attractive!” 76. "I want to go home."

or, amy's in the hospital after minor surgery and goes through a wide spectrum of emotions while under the influence of pain meds.

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Jake’s been pacing the waiting room of Brooklyn Methodist, no doubt disrupting the dozens of people silently sitting with his nervous energy, for about three hours straight when the doctor finally comes out.

She says a bunch of things about the surgery that Jake doesn’t understand but Holt is nodding attentively to right beside him, and finally finally gets to the “she’s okay, I expect her to make a full recovery” part of it. Jake is so relieved he nearly collapses, and Holt’s hand on his shoulder is the only thing keeping him upright.

“Mr. Peralta.” The doctor checks the clipboard as if to double-check that he’s really listed as her immediate family, to make sure that the man who had been holding her hand and harassing that very surgeon with questions and concerns as they wheeled Amy into the operating room is really her lawfully-wedded husband. “You can see her now, if you’d like. Visiting hours for non-family start at eight tomorrow.”

Jake turns to face Holt - and Rosa, who’s a few steps behind them. The rest of the squad had stayed behind at the precinct to await further information after Jake reported that it was just diverticulitis and she would be okay after routine surgery. Of course, they all knew that he would still be a mess - he’s sure his face when he left with her in the ambulance gave that away - so Holt and Rosa came shortly after, Holt providing logical and somewhat emotional reassurance and Rosa bringing him an NYPD hoodie from his locker to change into because he looked, to quote her exactly, “all sweaty and gross.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Rosa says with a rare, brief smile. “Let us know how she’s doing.”

“Yes, Peralta, please call if you need anything,” Holt adds.

“Thanks, guys,” Jake says, unable to smile in return until he sees his wife’s face again, but still mustering a small nod of appreciation. “I will.”

He follows the doctor to the elevator and through a winding hallway. He can’t help but replay the day’s events in his mind as he makes his way to her. He won’t soon forget the feeling of pure terror in his chest when he saw Amy collapse in front of everyone in the briefing room, nor the look of pain on her face as he raced to her and gently pulled her head into his lap while Terry called for an ambulance.

“You can go on in, she should still be awake but might be a bit out of it from the anesthesia.”

He’s so disoriented that he doesn’t realize they’ve arrived until the doctor speaks to him directly and he stops in his tracks and turns to face the door. She lets him in and then continues down the hallway, allowing him to finally be alone with his wife.

Amy’s a little pale and her hair’s a little messed up when he sees her lying awake in her bed, but she no longer seems to be in pain and that thought alone floods his system with relief. A glowing smile spreads across her face as soon as she spots him.

“Hi, babe,” Jake says tenderly, racing over to her bedside and gently cupping her cheek. “How are you doing?”

“I’m great,” she grins, leaning into his touch. “The doctors said I had diver - diverticlio-“

“Diverticulitis, babe.” He chuckles at her adorably puzzled expression. “Infection in your digestive tract. That’s what made your stomach hurt so bad.”

She grimaces in memory of the pain from earlier that day. She had a stomach ache since she woke up but had chalked it up to early period cramps or stress and denied his many pleas for her to go home early or let him take her to the hospital. It wasn’t until she was giving the afternoon briefing that the pain overcame her and she fainted in front of half the precinct.

“Doesn’t hurt anymore, though,” she says contently.

“Mhm, the nice doctors fixed you up and gave you lots of fun drugs.”

“Drugs are fun. I don’t know why we don’t just let people do them all the time,” she laments, and Jake can’t help but laugh.

“Ah, spoken like a true NYPD sergeant.”

Amy shifts a little bit and beckons him closer with her finger, her expression suddenly very serious.

“Are you okay?” he asks quickly, his brow furrowed. “Can I get you anything?”

She shakes her head, a smug grin spreading across her face.

“Nuh-uh. I want you, Peralta.”

Amy leans back against the pillows and does her best attempt at a sexy pose, and Jake has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Oh, he can’t wait to tell her about this tomorrow.

“I don’t know, babe, I think we might need to take a break from sexy times while you get better,” Jake says, making her frown in response. “We’re also in a very public place right now.”

Amy pouts and crosses her arms. Apparently Amy on morphine is mysteriously similar to four-drink Amy, and though he hopes he never has to see her in a situation like this again, he is definitely entertained.

Jake sits down next to her on the bed and gently brushes the hair away from her face, attempting to match her level of sincerity despite the strong urge to laugh at his loopy wife.

“Tell you what, as soon as you’re better we can have a whole day of sexy times. And we’ll do whatever you want. Sound good?”

She examines his face closely, her eyes narrowing, then lets out another huff and leans back into the bed again.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“Stop being so attractive!” she sighs dramatically. “It’s not fair.”

“Oh, honey,” Jake chuckles, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. “You know I can’t help that.”

Amy nods like he’s just made a very compelling point, sighing again. “Yeah, I know.”

His heart swells as she grabs his hand hovering over her hair and presses it against her cheek, laying back and nuzzling into his palm. She lets out a small sigh of contentment, her momentary lust for him fading as the drugs begin to wear her down.

“You scared me today, Ames,” he admits when he’s not sure if she’s still awake. He knows these feelings can and probably should wait until she’s more lucid, but the immense relief of seeing her safe and comfortable is overwhelming.

She opens one eye and furrows her eyebrows. “How come?”

“Cause you fainted in the briefing room and we had to call an ambulance and I didn’t know how serious it was,” he rambles. “And I knew I should’ve forced you to see a doctor earlier-”

“Not your fault, babe.”

Jake sighs. “I know, it just sucked seeing you in pain. A lot.”

She slides her hand up to his forearm and squeezes, and her grip is weak but comforting nonetheless. She smiles at him softly, and it says more than she’s capable of articulating right now.

“I’m okay,” she assures him, adjusting her position slightly in an effort to get comfortable. “I want to go home. I miss my bed.”

“You’ve gotta stay here overnight so the doctors can keep an eye on you.”

“But I’ve gotta go home so I can get ready for work tomorrow-”

She’s cut off by a yawn, and Jake stands to pull the covers from her waist up to her shoulders to ensure she’s warm enough.

“You’re definitely not going to work for at least a few days,” he says, immediately met with another frown. Of course, Amy’s FOMOW persists even as she lays in a hospital bed. “Don’t worry, you’ll be nice and comfy here, and hopefully we can go home sometime tomorrow.”

She lets her eyes close again as she’s enveloped by the warmth of the hospital blankets and the reassurance of his words.

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Yeah, babe, of course.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Ames,” Jake murmurs, bending down to kiss her forehead. “You’re my wife.”

She smiles again as he kisses her and nods in agreement. “I like being your wife.”

“I like it too.”

He pecks her lips quickly, unable to resist her adorableness right now, and then pulls away to sit back down in the plastic chair at her bedside. He drags the chair as close to her bed as possible.

“You should sleep now, honey, I’ll try to save you some jello when the nurse comes around.”

“You should sleep too,” she mumbles, voice already getting heavier. “It’s nighttime.”

“I will, I just wanna watch you for a little longer.”

Amy’s asleep before she can reply, but she drifts off with a loving grin still lingering on her face and her head turned towards him.

He does take a few more minutes to admire every detail of her face before he finally gives in to the lure of sleep, knowing that she will be here when he wakes up and that she’s safe and comfortable and alive.

Jake grabs the extra blanket the nurse brought for him from the back of his chair and carefully drapes it over Amy to make sure she doesn’t catch a chill during the night.

Once he’s sure she’s properly tucked in, he lays his head down next to her on the mattress, takes her hand loosely in his and lets his eyes fall shut.

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