#growing pains fic

[deadsetobsessions]

I am waiting for my terrible decisions to come feast upon my corpse (I had four slices of mozzarella cheese and I am wildly lactose intolerant) so tall can have this thing I wrote while my bowels attempted to curdle up and wither.

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Jason laid face down on the floor of his safe house, cheek miserably smushed to the carpet as his joints screamed in growing agony.

“Oh, shit, you good, little wing?”

Jason groaned, not even having enough energy to flip his face to the other side as a pair of boots came into view. Dick.

“Jason, are you okay? Where’s the wound?”

“C’mon Todd, even Timothy knows the importance of addressing open wounds.” Shit, the brat was here too.

“You coming down with something?” Tim’s voice asked from his other side.

Great, Jason grumbled, the whole idiot platoon is here.

A warm hand shook his shoulder, Dick’s concerned mug showing up in Jason’s- huh, when did it get this blurry?- sight. His face scrunched up in worry.

“You look stupid.” Jason said, though it sounded more like ‘yew loo stew pud’ with his face still smushed onto the ground. Reluctantly, he added, “No wound.”

“Tim, help me out.”

Jason groaned when the world spun as Tim and Dick hefted him up.

“What’s happening, Jason? Talk to us.” Tim said sharply, knowing that the tone would get Jason to respond.

“Growing pains.” Jason mumbled. “Laz pits side effects.”

“I see,” Damian suddenly said, and suddenly Jason was so much more grateful for his presence. The demon brat understood. “Richard, Drake, get him to bed. I will retrieve the ice.”

It probably spoke levels of how bad he looked that Jason’s brothers didn’t bother to even comment on the brat’s orders. Jason was lugged to his bed and tucked in.

“Sorry,” he mumbled at Dick.

“For what?” Dick patted him on the head as Tim went to get a glass of water and the painkillers he stored in the bathroom mirror cabinet.

“I’m heavy. You have old man knees.”

Divk gasped, mock offended. “Excuse me?! I’m not old! You’re fine if you’re talking shit, Jay.”

“Feels like shit…” Jay paused. “Not as shit as your gray hairs.”

“Tim! Jason’s bullying me!”

“Gray is a good color on you, I think,” Tim said, walking back in with water and meds. They helped Jason drink the meds as Dick alternated between whining about not being old and indignantly sayin ‘respect your elders, you brats!’

“Here.” Damian walked in with both bags of peas and actual ice packs. “It should be better after you have rested, but if you don’t, mother knows an acupuncture treatment that would help.”

Jason shivered as they applied the ice packs.

“Ugh, fuck off.”

“Just sleep, you raging asshole.” Tim said, sweeping a blanket onto the crime lord. “Oracle’s got Steph covering your routes until you’re better.”

Somehow, surrounded by his brothers, Jason finally found the energy to fondly flip them the bird and fall asleep.

[luxaofhesperides]

"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space. 

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him. 

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache. 

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away. 

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms. 

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath. 

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade. 

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe. 

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe. 

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body. 

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He’s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form. 

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s. 

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry. 

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does. 

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day. 

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient. 

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will. 

Always, always, always.

. . .

[send me ghostlights prompts!]

[cevansbrat0007]

I have seen some Instagram reels where the woman makes her man leave the room to get changed just to see his reaction. How would Andy and Ari respond to that?

Both Andy and Ari would more than likely be fine with it, but only if they could pretty certain that their girl was making that request because she had something funny/sexy/beautiful up their sleeve to surprise them with.

And not because they were feeling insecure about their bodies or something like that. In that case they wouldn't be as inclined to leave. And if they did, it would be with the intent to have a serious conversation with them after so they can try to get to the heart of the real problem.

Bad day?

Understood. And both men are willing to help with that. Andy is willing to run you a bubble bath and light your favorite scented candles, meanwhile Ari already has your favorite comfort show queued-up and ready to go and has ordered your favorite restaurant meal to-go.

Feel like you might've put on a couple pounds?

Well, because of you both men now understand the evils of water weight, especially before your monthly cycle. But Andy is on his way to go grab your heating pad while you check-out all the books recently added to Kindle unlimited. And then you're gonna tell him about your day...

Meanwhile, Ari has everything he needs to to give you a rubdown, complete with lotions and oils and takeout menus because he knows that you're both gonna be hungry once he's done with you.

Randomly not liking the way your body looks in the light?

Well, both Andy and Ari are going to vehemently disagree, so jokes on you because they're going to want to see and examine the flaws for themselves. Could take all night. And each man has no problem sending out via DoorDash, GrubHub, or UberEats for snacks and Gatorade.

[freakurodani]

biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig stretch

[calmlb]

Soukoku Height Difference —Reference

for any fic writers or artists who need it, here’s a reference for skk’s height difference at 15, 16 (according to dead apple), & 22

[roomsofangel]

. . .GROWING PAINS ! ˖ ໋𓈒

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

genres non idol au. grumpy x sunshine. strangers to lovers. angst, romance, slice of life. found family. opposites attract.

pairing non idol! barista!san x fem!reader

warnings cursing, healing childhood trauma, trauma overall, mentions of family issues, mental health, mentions of toxic relationships, suggestive content with eventual smut, alcohol consumption. will be updated if needed!

status ongoing

started 121923

completed n/a

reblogs & comments are very appreciated and also help out a lot! thank you for reading and giving my work a chance ^_^

. . . # chapters !

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | to be continued. .

[kaelidascope]

I think I should clarify that when I say OOC behavior in Toxic Bees AU, I mean like they're still their basic skeletal designs as a whole (I'm not THAT bad of a writer) but they're OOC compared to the versions of them we know today As in I banked hard on certain aspects of their personalities like Yang's self-sacrificing tendencies, Ruby's immaturity, Weiss's arrogance, and Blake's flakiness Pretty much all these attributes are just amplified to shit and there's like no character growth until the final chapters NFJGFNGKF

Yang literally only thinks she's worth what she can physically offer to someone in the form of service (sexually, financially, or emotionally). Her untreated depression and anxiety causes her to internalize her abandonment issues so bad she's creating scenarios in her life that are doomed to set her up for failure from the start, and yet she doesn't understand why people keep leaving her when she can't stop being this disingenuous version of herself

Blake pretends her actions aren't the direct cause of her consequences and therefor justifies her actions because of her consequences. She desperately doesn't want to give a shit about anything but that act's only gonna get her so far before it blows up in her face. She wants to think that she deserves to be mistreated and can't stand the idea of forgiveness or compromise, so she'll sabotage her own life to get a result that's familiar

Ruby's age shows painfully hard in this and reflects on her thought process and maturity. She's 20 and doesn't have a clue, and up until this point has had Yang or her Dad do literally everything for her. Her growth's been stunted just as much as she doesn't actively try to get off her ass and do something about it

Weiss may seem put together, but she's been miserably sheltered her whole life. Home-schooled first and then immediately living with a romantic partner she's far too young for second, who ends up infantizing her more and she doesn't have the tools or communication skills to speak up for herself. She's better about it now, but her bad habits manifest in her inability to get a grasp on reality and treats people like objects because not once did she have a normal human bond in her house

Now take those versions of team RWBY and throw them into a college setting with their very first taste of freedom, absolutely NO proper job or life experience, and nobody to actively vibe-check them on fucked up, ill-intended, and misguided decision-making. THAT'S what makes this an OOC RWBY fic. Because we all were stupid in our 20s living out of the house for the first time

[hope-inthedark]

Growing Pains // Chapter Eleven

(Now Complete!)

Eighteen months later.

There had been a picture of a cottage on Aziraphale’s desk in the bookshop ever since the Apocalypse hadn’t happened the first time. On the day Aziraphale and Crowley moved to a town called Peacehaven, it was waiting for them. 

Read more on Ao3

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This has been a long and storied ride, my friends, but we have come to the end of this tale. I hope that it has been a source of comfort for you, or at least that it has given you at least a fraction of the healing that I have gained by writing it.

I won't take up too much of your time, and I'll let you get to reading, but I'd be remiss not to mention the incomparable beta skills and friendship of @infinitevariety. Without Dee, this fic would not exist. Thanks a million, friend.

[autobots-in-training]

Growing Pains: Springer.

Takes place on Cybertron, before the Autobots time on Earth.

Springer wakes up in pain, roommates panic, and frantically ask the adults for help. Why is he in pain? Why won't it stop?

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58511488

First Aid woke up to the sound of distress. He looked across the room to where Arcee's berth was. She was still soundly asleep. He then checked the berth under his own.

Springer was tossing and turning, his faced scrunched into a painful expression. First Aid slowly got out of the top bunk, trying not to wake Arcee, in case this was just a nightmare.

"Springs? Hey, are you OK?" He asked his friend quietly, gently shaking him awake.

Springer didn't wake up, only moaned in pain.

He tried shaking him again, this time a little rougher.

His friend only made a pained sound again.

This isn't good. He thought. I should get carrier, he'll know what to do.

He tried to walk out of their shared room as quietly as he could. Once outside, he ran to where his carrier slept. Punching in the emergency override code his carrier had taught him, it was only to be used during emergencies, he burst in.

"Carrier!" First Aid exclaimed. "Wake up! Something's wrong with Springer!"

"Huh!?" Ratchet awoke with a start. "First Aid? What's going on, what's the emergency?"

"I woke up to Springer tossing and turning, he sounded like he was in pain, I tried waking him up but it only sounded like I hurt him!" First Aid was trying not to panic, a good medic wouldn't panic!

"Aid, you need to calm down first. You can't help anyone if we panic, remember?" Ratchet reassured his youngling. "Let's go see what's wrong."

First Aid only nodded and made his way back to his shared room.

Once back, First aid saw that Arcee was next to Springer, trying to wake him.

"Springer... Springer please wake up..." she whispered. "You're scaring me, please."

"It's alright, Arcee, I'm here." Ratchet said. "Why don't you and First Aid go get Prowl? He should know that something is going on with his kid."

Arcee and First Aid nodded, grabbed each other's hand, and ran off.

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Prowl did not expect to be woken up so early. He was annoyed. he groaned as he glared at the two younglings that so rudely woke him up.

He grew concerned when he saw the two younglings were terrified.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hopefully he didn't sound annoyed.

"It's Springer. I woke up and he sounded like he was in pain, I tried waking him up, and it just sounded like I hurt him more!" First Aid said in a panic. He tugged on Prowl's arm.

Hearing that his son was in pain, he sprung out of his berth, and ran straight to the room his son shared with his friends. He didn't care about the rules he himself set up about running in the corridors, this was an emergency, this was his son.

He made it to the habsuite, hearing what he hopes he'll never hear again.

Springer was crying, he now seemed to be awake. Ratchet was trying to calm him down enough to get him to tell him where it hurt.

"Carrier-"

"What's wrong?" Prowl ran to Ratchet. "Springer, what's wrong? Can you hear me?"

"C-carrier!" was all Springer could get out between screaming in pain. "Hurts!"

"I know, but you need to tell us where, what hurts, where is the pain coming from?" Prowl asked.

"Ev-" Springer screamed the moment Ratchet tried to grab his arm.

"His protoform. His armor must be starting to grow." Ratchet realized. "I've never heard of it being this painful, I can't even touch him to get to his DX panel."

"Make-" Springer gasped in pain. "Stop! Make it stop!"

"Why aren't you helping him?!" Arcee exclaimed. "Help him! He's in pain!"

"First Aid, Arcee, go to Velocity, stay with her in the medbay."

"Bu-"

"No, no buts. Go now and stay there until one of us comes to get you!" Ratchet ordered.

The two younglings, still holding on to eachother, hesitated.

"Now!"

With that they ran out. Hopefully to the medbay.

"You scared them." Prowl said quietly. He didn't know what to do, even holding his son's hand could hurt him with how sensitive his protoform must be at the moment.

"It's best they don't see this next part." Ratchet said. "I need you to hold him down, and not let go until i tell you to, this is not going to feel great but I need to do this to even start trying to figure out why he's in so much pain."

Prowl said nothing, and grabbed Springer's arm to keep him from curling into a fetal position. This only made the poor youngling scream in pain louder than before.

Ratchet quickly got to work, connecting to his DX panel on his arm. He secured them, making Springer scream even louder.

"Don't let him go he might rip them out, and that won't help anyone."

"Hurry up then, I don't like hearing him scream like this!"

"I'm doing the best i can!"

Minutes passed, for the distressed youngling and his carrier, it felt like an eternity. Springer had stopped screaming, just gasping painfully, his face was wet from all his tears.

"This can't be right..." Ratchet muttered to himself, but with his close proximity to the other two in the room, they heard him very clearly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"The charts say that he hasnt had enough energon... But the younglings have priority, and him being the biggest, he has the largest ration out of everyone besides Fort Max. How is he not getting enough?" Ratchet pulled out a datapad, transfered the data from his arm panel to there. He quickly disconnected from Springer's DX panel. "You can let go now. I'm sorry about that Springer."

The youngling only groaned and curled into himself. He'd calmed down somewhat, but was still crying softly, his carrier unable to physically comfort him.

"I'll be right back, I need to run some tests. Don't worry Springer, i already have some energon, I won't have your carrier hold you down again."

Springer said nothing, just kept crying.

"I'll be back as soon as i can. I'll do everything in my power to find out what's wrong."

"Thank you, Ratchet."

With that, the medic left, and made his way to the medbay as quickly as possible. Once he arrived, he noticed that the only light still on was the one from the office. He made his way to the back of the medbay, and he saw that in the closest berth to the office, Arcee and First Aid were fast asleep, holding on to eachother.

This night is not going well for any of them, it seems, they both had tear stains on their faces.

He opened the door silently.

"Mind telling me why two younglings came to me crying earlier? I managed to calm them down enough, but they were both super tired, so i just told them to sleep in the berth just outside the office." Velocity asked. "I'm guessing something's wrong with Springer, those three are attached at the hip."

"He woke up in excruciating pain. I need to run tests on his energon, since all his DX panel told me was that he was lacking energon. It's most likely that he's lacking some sort of mineral or vitamin, but the DX panel isn't that precise." Ratchet explained.

"I'll clear out then." she said, standing up. "There's no other patients here tonight, so I'll just head to my hab for now. Comm me if you need anything."

"i will, thank you Velocity."

She leaves, and he's left alone with Springer's energon sample.

He gets to work. Running all the tests he think are relevant. Nothing makes sense, until the 3rd test. By the time he gets the results for that one, its mid morning. He checked on Arcee and First Aid regularly throughout the night, they stayed asleep by some miracle. He sent a quick message to Windblade and Chromia that Arcee was in the medbay and was completely fine.

Finally, once the results for the 3rd test finalized, he read it and again got to work. He messaged Prowl the results and told him that he was getting to work on something that will relieve some of Springer's pain. Somehow, the youngling was missing a plethora of minerals and vitamins and that made him not absorb the energon properly. The poor kid must have been starving for who knows how long and was too polite to say anything.

By early evening, he had Springer's new diet figured out, had a cube ready for him, and made his way back to the younglings' habsuite.

"Have him drink this, and take these." Ratchet said the moment he was through the door.

"Why is the energon... So blue?" Prowl asked as he took the cube and the pills he was handed.

"Like my message said, he is missing a lot of vitamins and minerals. He hasn't been absorbing his energon properly for a while, could be weeks or months now. That energon has just some of the things he needs, and those pills will help relieve the pain. The energon will help activate them."

"Thank you, Ratchet." Prowl set the cube down and tried to help his son sit up.

Springer shivered the moment Prowl touched his shoulder.

"I know, but this will make you feel better." Prowl comforted him. "Thats it, get up slowly."

Springer, with great dificulty, sat up, though was still slumped over, hugging himself in a form of comfort.

"Ratchet said to take these, and take this energon." Prowl gave him the pills, which Springer quickly put in his mouth and then was handed the energon.

"Is boo." Springer said, unable to say the words properly with the pills in his mouth.

"it's good for you. Drink it."

He made a face, closed his eyes shut tightly, and drank the energon. After a big gulp to swallow the pills, he gagged.

"This is so gross..."

"Yes, but it'll make you feel better."

"Am I going to have to take this every day now until I'm better?" Springer asked, the first full sentence he's said since he woke up in the middle of the night.

Prowl looked over to Ratchet.

"No, that will just be weekly. I will have to give you your energon every day now, since it'll still have additives, plus some new medicine you'll be taking for the next couple months." Ratchet said. "Your daily energon won't taste all that different. Just that one that you'll take once a week."

"Ugh, even once a week is too much. But i do want to get better... That was the worst I have ever felt in my life." Springer said. "Do i have to take this quickly or can I... sip it?"

"It might be best to drink it quickly to not prolong it. Just be careful not to choke." Ratchet said.

Springer made a face again, but nodded. He closed his eyes tight again, and drank the cube in large gulps, careful not to choke on it, like Ratchet said.

"Ugh. So this is gonna be my life for the foreseeable future?" Springer asked.

"Until your light armor has grown in, which typically for your build takes a couple months."

"Thank primus, it won't be forever."

The two adults chuckled at the youngling's relief.

"You'll also need to rest a lot more. This is like if you got the flu. Lots of rest. The brightside, Arcee and First Aid can still be around you, since this isn't contagious."

Springer brightened even more.

"Just rest for now. The growing pains will be over before you know it."

[wellcomeoneileen]

Hey, I read your fic Growing Pains and it’s so good and I just hhhh thanks for writing it. They’re so beautifully captured. And I really do love when Brian can be vulnerable, if only in short bursts, and you wrote that in a way I haven’t seen many other do. You’re a wonderful writer and while I lack the ability to picture things in my head (aphantasia sucks), I could feel your writing in my bones.

Oh my gosh??? This is so kind!! Wow, thanks so much!! That’s an incredible compliment, i told my mother, lol! Thank you for reading and for being so sweet!

I’m really glad you liked it, and yes, I think S5 Brian went off the deep end bc he wanted to be what Justin wanted but didn’t have the toolkit to communicate that to Justin, nor to discern the overall situation, and I FEEL like at the end of the show he’s like “okay i swung too far one way and then swung too far another way but damn it im accepting I want Justin til i dieeeee so I guess I fucking figure out how to do this” sooo him giving the explicit communication Justin so frequently requests can be in character sometimes i thiiiiiiiink. I think several emotional obstacles have been resolved at the end of the series for Brian’s ability to grow, so post-show it’s “””””just””””” unlearning 35 years of behavior lmao and when he buckles down he could be capable of going 😐😐 I’m experiencing a feeling 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

AH THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

[moon-witchs-world]

Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin

Remus Lupin series!

In 1994 both reader and Remus Lupin are newly appointed teachers at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. They meet again after 13 years, when they last saw each other at the very same school. There is an instant attraction between the two of them, but while Y/N wants to help Remus, he wants to keep her at a safe distance.

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Part five

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Part seven

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I've gotta wonder how Flowey's potbot would change in the dark world? Like does it count as his clothes in which case Az just gets a new look, or does it count as inventory like Kris's pencil (which makes a sword) or Susie's hairbrush (?) which becomes an axe, in which it would completely change form and maybe even grant him some new magic. Or maybe not, since unlike the deltarune monsters, he already has magic. One thing, I know, is if Frisk had the stick, it would turn into a cool staff or broom capable of flight. Also, the kids costumes, weapons and roles do seem reminescent of dnd classes, like Susie's a barbarian, Ralsei's a cleric, Red's a knight/paladin (someone says Kris would probably fit better as a rogue if on their own and I agree), and Noelle's a White Mage. So I'm gonna say Frisk would be a bard, because of the flirtiness and silly showiness, and Asriel would be like a... warlock or sorceror? something cool, edgy and god of hyperdeath like (or maybe just another barbarian, he is pretty agressive and impulsive sometimes...).

And I'm pretty convinced that you bring Chara to the darkworld and their beloved dagger straight up becomes a flaming sword, fit for a persecuting Angel =)

You activiated my brain, friend! Thank you! Anyways, I couldn't decide if this would be their Darkworld looks or just their DND looks, it's up to you. Either way I got a little too creative.

Asriel still wasn't able to fully get his real body back in this world, but thankfully the potbot transformed with him and still serves as his body and while he looks crabby in the picture, he really warms up to it and loves this form (and yes, his bangs are also his flower petals!) I had trouble deciding what class he would be, but landed on him long ago being a cleric (like Ralsei) then turned into a soulless druid, then turned into a fighter (still a druid but with a soul now?? I dunno, send help) ( either way, the armor-body and chaos saber helped me decide)

His Chaos Saber is now a Gold Flower (Chaos) Saber, but it's cursed and whispers things old Flowey used to say, but Asriel whispers back and tells it to shut up and never listens. (It's a lot like Finn's grass sword issue with Fern (Adventure Time))

While he plays a guitar in Growing Pains and even sings some, I was unsure if being a bard would have fit him because Frisk enjoys singing so much more than him and even later becomes a professional karaoke singer...

OH WAIT, what if he eventually transforms his saber into a guitar and transitions into a bard too? DOUBLE BARD TEAM, NOW THEY'RE A BAND! (Again, send help.)

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Now to Frisk, I really liked your idea for them being a bard because you're right, it does definitely fit them, they prefer talking and flirting their way out of situations than fighting.

Their stick becomes and magic mic, it makes their opponent listen to them (depending on their level) and they can either sing like they're a professional karaoke singer, using their song to support Asriel and make him stronger, or, they can act as a comedic therapist to either distract the opponent with laughter, or get in their head and make them cry with a single powerful word. (The therapist method is extremely effective but it rarely works/makes Frisk very tired)

(In their Angel of Mercy AU I made of them, their stick is actually part sword, and I think it's an optional route for them if they ever wanted to shake things up and change classes, but perhaps they become a sorcerer or cleric and their sticks grows and becomes a wand?)

Like Kris, their color pallet changes and they become pink/purplish/gold, but I couldn't decide what to do with their hair and skin, so I kept it mostly the same but made it cooler.

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Do you think Zhongli ever has nightmares?

Like, the man is insanely well adjusted and takes things in stride, but he also seems to have a sense of nostalgia...

So are there nights where even millennia later he can't help but remember the past? How fucking hard must the archon war have been? Or the Khaenri'ah incident? He's seen war and death and has lost so many people.

And he isn't heartless. When you look in his eyes, you find intensity and power and more passion than his refined demeanor lets on.

So yeah, does Zhongli fall prey to nightmares?

[autistic-ghost]

Sneak peak for this Saturday's update of Growing Pains: Chapter Monday

Vaggie checked her phone. Charlie had sent her a photo, captioned ‘having a blast in the human world!!!!! Love you to Heaven and back!!!!!’ It was still odd to see her in a human disguise, her porcelain white skin turned into a sun-kissed peach, bold pink circles on her cheeks turned to a soft blush. She looked so, so happy.  She was more human than anyone else in Hell.

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[roomsofangel]

GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER FIVE !

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

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okay, maybe this was a bad idea. but would you admit it out loud and your defeat? that was never going to happen and you stayed next to the catering, helping yourself to the appetizers and knick knacks that your grandmother’s neighbor had put out for the guests. the only good thing about these things were the food, and you hoped your brother would come back soon.

the music made you scowl, god, you felt like the grinch except you didn’t want to steal christmas, you wanted nothing to do witn it. maybe spiting your grandmother was more beneficial for her than it was for you this time, shoving some chips and salsa into your mouth in hopes of getting yourself out of the funk you were in. the dress you wore felt too snug, the red, despite complimenting your skin and the makeup you wore, suffocated you in every way that you didn’t even know was possible until now.

where was yunho? he swore he’d be by your side all night, and it made you feel small. yuyu never broke his promises.

frowning, you took another chocolate chip cookie and broke it in half out of habit, setting one piece to the side and began chewing the other, eyes scoping the room in silence.

“here by yourself?” you heard a familiar voice, head turning to the direction it came from and there was your delicate stranger who adorned a smile to greet you

he wore a nice suit, which made you both want to tease him for but also has your cheeks redder than your dress. for a christmas party, it seemed more as if you were being courted for royalty and wow, san looked like a prince.

realizing you hadn’t responded yet, you covered your mouth that was filled with your sweet treat and nodded once in acknowledgment, “waiting for my brother,” your voice slightly muffled before swallowing your food fully, “he said he’d be back soon.”

san nodded, taking the spot next to you and looked around the room, holding a glass of fruit punch in his hand which made your lips curl up, “what about you?” you asked

humming, san glanced towards you, expression soft before be laughed quietly, “well it is my house so,” he amused lightly

your eyes rounded at the information given to you, this was san’s house?

noticing your reaction, san only smiled more, “my mom really likes christmas so i decided to do this for her.” his voice reminding you of a sweet melancholy, you nodded along. that’s sweet of him.

you couldn’t remember a time where you would go out of your way to do something like this for your parents, or a time where they did for you and yunho and the feeling in your chest that came with the thoughts only reminded you more of the ache. “that’s sweet of you.” you swallowed back the hurt, it wasn’t san’s fault and you didn’t need to take it out on him. it wouldn’t be fair.

plus, you admired the gesture. you could see how close he and his mother were.

“what about you?” he asked, lips pressed against his glass before he took sips from his drink, “fan of christmas?”

pressing your lips together, you shook your head while finishing the cookie you were eating, “i’m more of the grinch who rather leave christmas alone than steal it.”

in response, san laughed and shook his head with amusement. his dimples were more prominent this time and your stomach was filled yet again with that feeling you never could reconginze, a feeling you never had a chance to feel until san made his way into your life slowly, “that’s a good one.”

you looked at him with your head tilted, “do you like christmas?”

san shrugged, “yes and no, but i’m starting to like it more this year.” he smiled to himself, glancing towards you before his eyes went to the guests that were talking amongst each other.

chewing on your lip, you turned to take the other half of the cookie meant for yunho and handed it to san, “here,” you smiled

brows furrowed for a moment, san looked at your hands than at you, “are you sure?” he asked gently and you nodded, reassuring him by pushing the treat more towards his direction and into his hands

“i don’t think he’s coming anytime soon.” you frowned, attempting to mask the ache in your chest

tonight was the first night yunho broke a promise, and tonight was the first night san made up for it

you can’t recall how much time had passed when you found yourself sitting outside on the balcony in san’s house, hearing the party that was still very much active while you shuddered in the cold. you hugged your body for warmth, hoping yunho would pop up soon and you both could go home and you could curl up in your blankets after a warm shower and meal. where was he? he would have told you, you tell each other everything.

wiping the tear that began to roll down your rosy cheeks, you looked at the night sky that held the crescent moon, light snowflakes enveloping in your vision. some of the stars twinkled next to each other, your lips curling up slightly while admiring the stars and the moon that brought warmth in your chest. “i knew i’d probably find you here, i didn’t see you go home.”

tensing at the sudden voice, you glanced behind you from over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of san who walked towards you with a blanket, draping it over your shoulders while you mumbled a soft thank you before he took a seat next to you, “not a party person?” he asked

you held the blanket tightly, warming yourself up while looking at san with a thin lipped smile, “not really..” you mumbled

looking back at the sky, you listened to the music downstairs and the laughter, san clearing his throat before apeaking again, “did you ever find your brother?”

frowning, you shook your head, “but hopefully he’ll turn up.”

“you’re shivering,” his voice was soft and gentle, leaning to fix the blanket on your body and you looked up to him with doe eyes, “come on..” standing and holding his hand out

your head tilted, wanting to ask where he would be taking you but no words came out, mouth lightly agape and waiting for the words to flow out but never did. you sighed, standing and taking his hand into yours and noticed his was just as cold as yours — why did he sit out here with you without a blanket if he was just as freezing?

without another word or hesitation, san lead you back inside and down the hall into his bedroom where you swallowed the lump in your throat. you were in san’s room.

it looked like him, resembled him in a way and your lips curled up again, hearing the door shut quietly while you moved to sit on his bed, holding the blanket to make sure it didn’t drop off your body.

you watched san’s movements, he rummaged through his drawers and you noticed him pulling out a tee shirt and sweatpants, turning back to where you were and placed them by your side, “change into something more comfortable, i’ll be right back.”

before you could object or ask questions, san gave you a kind smile and left the room.

you sat there for a moment, wondering what to do next. your eyes glanced at the clothes he placed next to you, deciding to stand and regard your dress that you pulled the straps off your shoulders first to start with first, pulling down the attire until it dropped to your ankles. you didn’t want to waste time, unsure when san would be back and pulled on the sweatpants first

the shirt san had picked out for you was a simple black tee shirt, picking it up to pull over your head and smooth it out before climbing back into his bed.

you sat there for a few minutes, was san coming back? did he leave you here?

first yuyu, now sa—

“are you changing?” a muffled voice interrupted your thoughts, lifting your head to see it was coming from the other side of the door, you replied back that it was okay to come in and you watched the door open and san coming in with two mugs, both having whipcream and marshmallows

you noticed his small grin while he closed the door and sat down next to you, “i, uh, got us hot chocolate,” the blush on his cheeks evident

“how sweet..” you mumbled, though, your voice was gentle and you hoped you didn’t sound gloomy again. you smiled, taking the white mug he had given you

he nodded, “everyone’s starting to leave so i took advantage of what we had left in the kitchen,” he mentioned softly

everyone is leaving already?

“did you..” you spoke before you were ready, your words abrupt which caused san’s head to instantly turn to you, “did you see yunho?”

san paused for a moment, before his features went from confusion to as if he had just realized yunho was your brother, and he frowned slightly, “i’m sorry, i didn’t.”

mumbling a soft its okay, you sipped your hot chocolate, the whipped cream getting slightly on the tip of your nose that made san laugh, his thumb moving to wipe it off.

“i’m sorry if i’m intruding,” you looked at the mug that rested now in your lap

“i invited you, i promise you’re not,” he chuckled before standing, putting his mug on his night stand, “i have to say goodbye to the guests but.. make yourself at home.” he smiled, making his way back to the door

you watched him walk away, holding onto your mug tightly while nodding with a small smile, “thank you..”

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[kenobihater]

you ever write up a combination of words you're really proud of at the time bc you think it's vivid but it's actually so atrocious that you remember it eight years later bc it's burned itself into your long-term memory? just me?