#Recovery Rate

[herewegobebe]

TAEMIN | Criminal ✦ Metamorph

[heaven-s-black-box]

Normal- Lyney x Neuvillette's child!Reader

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Recovery date: April 27th, 2024

Description: Hello it's me, sorry if this is a bad time, but I got inspired by Arlecchino's story quest, and I wondered about combining that with my previous two requests about the reader being Neuvillette's child, this is mainly just an idea so if you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @crystalkat6747, we thank her for her contribution. Ahh, I actually finished the story quest the day before you sent this request, lol.

Part: 1 2 3 4 (Can be read alone)

Word count: 810

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Lyney watches the moon’s light drift across the ceiling. Lynette is curled up against one side and Freminet is curled up against the other, both sound asleep after their return to the house. He watches their lashes flutter against their cheeks, eyes flicking back and forth behind their eyelids as they dream. Pleasant dreams, he hopes.

He turns back to the ceiling and chokes down a breath as Lynette’s head presses against his ribs awkwardly. His wounds from their fight with father were mostly healed, but still tender. She shifts off him again quickly, eyes opening briefly as if she could sense his distress.

The long shadows continue to dance above them as Lyney's thoughts drift back to the fight.

As for whether to take them, the choice is yours.

Carefully, Lyney slips his arms out from under and around his siblings and inches towards the foot of the bed. Almost as soon as he’s climbed out, Lynette and Freminet roll towards each other and grab on to each other's hands. It makes him smile, the way they take comfort in each other, like a family.

The streets are empty and dimly lit as he makes his way through the court. He eventually finds himself in front of a familiar house and rounds the side to climb up to Y/n’s window. Their curtains are tied back, and he just sits in the tree for a while watching them.

On their bedside table, he sees the rainbow roses he’d given them on their first date a week ago. Next to those is a little penguin, an otter, and two cat mechanisms that Freminet had gifted them for their last birthday. They looked like a little family.

A clicking noise and the swishing of the window opening startled him.

“Ly-Lyney?” Y/n yawned. “What are you doing here?”

He blinked owlishly.

“I…”

Y/n stared back at him for a moment before backing up and waving him in. They sat back against the headboard of their bed and Lyney crawled next to them, curling against their side.

“You wanna talk about it?” They whispered, arm wrapped around Lyney’s shoulder.

“We can’t have a normal life,” Lyney said, staring at the mechanisms on their bedside table. “I mean, I can’t have a normal life. Not as a member of the house of the hearth, and that means that we- OW!” 

He hissed as Y/n pinched his arm. They cupped his chin and forced him to look up at them.

“I love you. I don’t care what our normal looks like, if it doesn’t look like everyone else's then so be it.” Lyney blinked up at them, cheeks turning red. There was a small frown tugging at the corner of their lips as they continued. “What brought this up anyways?” Lyney chewed at his lip. “Is this about that proposal for former House of the Hearth members?”

The magician’s eyes widened in surprise.

“How did you-”

“My father wanted my opinion,” they shrugged, letting go of his chin.

Lyney slumped back against their shoulder and laced his fingers with theirs. In turn, they hooked one of their legs through his so they were wrapped up in eachother.

“The House of the Hearth is my family, but the other day… it gave me a lot to think about. I could leave at the cost of my current self, not that I want to but it’s never seemed like an option before.We’re preparing for a dangerous mission with other Harbingers, and father wants me to be the next king. I know this was never going to be normal but for just a moment I imagined what it would be like if we were.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Y/n offered again.

Lyney squeezed their hand.

“If I left the house, would you come find me again?”

“Always.”

“And if I die on this mission, would you miss me? Would you be there for Lynette and Freminet?”

“Dying, will not get you out of this relationship, and bold of you to assume those two will let you die without them.”

Lyney let out a snort of amusement while Y/n smirked.

“And if I became the King of the house?”

“Lyney, I’m not leaving you.” They leaned their head against his. “I may not know what exactly is going on, but I love you, and I’ll stand by you no matter what you decide. I never expected you to leave the house, and part of what I love so much about you is your dedication to your family.”

Y/n looked down, finding Lyney’s eyes and offering him a loving smile.

Lyney’s eyes caught once more on the little family diorama on their bedside table before he looked back at them and squeezed their hand again.

“Then will you marry me?”

[athletearrhythmia]

Light day so I did some "long sprints", quarter miles at a 5:25/mi pace. Had to edit the hell out of this cause the gym was loud today but I maxed my heart out and then recovered by 60 bpm. Proud of this lil (huge) fucker.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Our Destiny by beetlesandstars

@beetlesandstarss

Rating: Explicit

5,864 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Gender or Sex Swap, First Kiss, Lesbian Eddie Munson, Queer Stevie Harrington, Mutual Pining, Coming Out, Recovery, Sharing a Bed, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Body Image, Genderbending, Confessions, Smut, Fluff, Female Eddie Munson, Female Steve Harrington

Summary:

“Why?” And that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? Why is this different? What makes Eddie different? “Is it because I’m a lesbian?” Eddie asks, blunt as always, and Stevie’s heart stops. She hasn’t told Eddie about herself yet, is the thing. Shit, Eddie doesn’t even know Robin’s a lesbian too. Jesus, the three of them could form a club. Lesbians With So Much Trauma and Also Great Hair. Based in Hawkins, Indiana. Join today and regret it for the rest of your life! Or: it’s crazy where a pair of well-manicured hands can get you.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Only One Bed.

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[pianokantzart]

I started the draft for page 96 and then got really really sick LMAO but

I am getting around to it! This is happening!

[dtblrficsupport]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58077010/chapters/147859165

Insult To Injury, by @i-hope-this-is-a-phase

Synopsis: Dream watches George drive his UTV. It does not end well.

Leaving a comment, no matter how short, will make any author's day :)

Hits at the time of queuing: 930

[kingkenzieofmold]

Hello! Been sick for the past 3 days and did what any artist does at one point in their lives, draw art about it. So enjoy a drawing of me in stick form suffering while bubbles talk about the past 3 days I’ve been sick.

Content Warning: Discussion of nose bleeds, sickness and mental health.

Side Note: wanted to add a bit about me going through a crisis but didn’t know where to add it. So here is some lore about me. Every time I get sick I go through a mental crisis over what ever is happening in my life. Crisis this time was me getting sick after years of not getting sick. Last time was about my relationship status I believe. Now enjoy the art, all of it is exaggerated so fear not, I have done a mental health and physical health check in. I am safe and alright!

[Text: *Internally Screaming*

(Rebooted up 2DS to play Pokémon Moon Rowlet Beloved)

(They are ready to Fight God or Become God they’ll decide once they finish walking their dogs)

(Been sick for 3 days is completely over it)

(Pokémon Go addiction returned)

(Gets chronic nosebleeds. Whenever the nose is dryed out of to soft. The nose will bleed. They have bleed enough blood need for a sacrifice to a high power)

(And this was my prayer “Save me from this terrible Nightmare” the tornado - owl city)

(tiktok edits getting them through the day new crush acquired what is this madness)

(Unable to sleep for more than 8 hours they tried send help) ]

[hp-fanfic-archive]

warmth; or the meaning thereof by Anonymous Pairing: Gen, Severitus Rating: T Word Count: 5k Podfic available here Read by: Anonymous Length: 0:33:40 “Is that your… father?” the red-headed boy asks, frowning slightly as the train pulls away from the station. Other parents are waving on the platform, bright smiles and tears on their faces; a red-headed girl with the same pointed nose as the boy in the seat across from them is chasing the train, laughing and crying all at once, until she can’t keep up anymore. In the distance, and only because he cranes to see it, Harry can just make out a still figure in black, billowing robes, his hands tucked into his pockets. “The closest thing I have to it,” Harry says, turning back to the boy. “My foster father. Severus.” “He seems…” The boy pauses, his frown deepening. “Kind of cold.” “There’s more than one way to be warm.” Harry smiles, not expecting this other boy to understand. “There’s more than one way to show care.”

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[heaven-s-black-box]

No Second Chances- Al Haitham x Azar's daughter! wife!Reader

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Recovery date: April 26th, 2024

Description: Hello sorry if I'm bothering you but I got an idea from this video. (https://youtu.be/ZcMI-CQcZ_c?si=Ri1SQU-0DO6PMtIV) What if the reader is the biological daughter of Azar and is currently married to Alhaitham and they have a toddler who's almost two years old and the reader wants nothing to do with Azar because of what he did though she was willing to try and keep a somewhat healthy relationship with him because at the end of the day Azar was still her father and her child's grandfather, the reader is a gentle, humble and soft-spoken woman who does try to avoid confrontation.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. This one was a little hard to write, so I'm sorry if it's not very good.

Word count: 640

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Al Haitham is not known for his empathy. He comes off as cold, he is calculating, and he doesn’t care for other people's bullshit. Those traits serve him well, they keep him out of trouble and on time, and they make it abundantly clear what he thinks of people.

He can count on one hand the people he tolerates excess complaining and illogical arguments from.

“You don’t have to see him,” Al Haitham whispers into the quiet room, tightening his hold on his wife.

She stops squirming, finally, but he knows she’s not done. He’s proven right when she fights against his hold to turn towards him and he opens his eyes to find her staring into his. Y/n places her hands on his chest, above his heart, and takes a deep breath. He can feel the pounding of her heart.

“I want Ehsan to know his grandfather.”

“He will.”

“Beyond what the history books will say,” Y/n sighed.

Al Haitham bit back a sigh. He couldn’t say he agreed with her, Azar hadn’t even been particularly present in her youth, but he understood what she was trying to do. When Azar had come to their wedding, she’d been ecstatic. When Ehsan had been born and he’d sent flowers, she’d started planning a day to bring him by the Academia. To her, Azar’s absence had always been explained and was never malicious so she was willing to give him a chance in her life.

That illusion she’d created, that her father carried, was now teetering after the recent events with the Akasha terminal. It was always so fragile, and now she was looking for a way to break it completely.

“It’s making you anxious,” Al Haitham said instead, resting his chin on her head and rubbing a hand up and down her back. “You hardly ate today.”

“I want my father to meet his grandson at least once, and you and Cyno went through all that trouble-”

“Y/n. We don’t care.”

She lowered her gaze, staring at her hands as she drummed her fingers against his chest. Al Haitham slid his hands around her waist to hold hers and placed a gentle kiss against her ring.

“Ehsan has a wonderful family already.” He nudges her chin up. “And if you tell any of them I said that I will put salt in your coffee.”

Y/n cracked a smile, and Al Haitham put his chin back on her head while wrapping his arms back around her.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered. “You can decide in the morning.”

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Y/n took a deep breath before nodding at Cyno who opened the interrogation room door and let her in. She stepped in, fiddling with her fingers, and stared at the floor as she made her way to the empty chair. Azar watched her with stern eyes, hands folded on the table.

“I hear you’re being sent to Avidya forest.”

“Yes.”

Taking another deep breath, Y/n pressed her palms flat against the table and squeezed her eyes closed before meeting Azar’s eyes.

“Good luck.”

She got up from the chair and headed back towards the door.

“Is that all?” Azar asked, frowning.

“That’s all.”

“How’s Ehsan?”

Y/n stopped with her hand raised to knock for Cyno.

“He’s good, very smart… like his father. I think it would be better if maybe you take some time to think about things and then, if you want, we’ll come visit.”

“But he’s my grandson,” Azar snapped, making Y/n tense up and dig her nails into the palm of her hand.

“You’ve never met him, and the idea of seeing you makes me so nervous that he gets worried. So, for my son’s sake, goodbye,” she breathed, the shaky exhale causing her shoulders to relax as she knocked on the door.

[0ystercatcher]

cruelposting but harm reduction is interesting bc yes it makes people less likely to die from overdose or drug side effects but at the same time the population of very heavy addicts keeps growing and shrinking much slower because they can stay alive while maintaining addictions that should, in another world, have killed them 4 times over. and so the harm reduction programs endlessly grow and grow. you never die which is good bc all your ngo and drug addict buddies carry narcan and clean supplies on them but you also never get any incentive to really get clean because its made maintaining a highly risky and dangerous + highly antisocial habit Safer :-). when if im being honest and realistic forcing people into rehab is probably a better long term solution even if it profoundly sucks short term. for the addicts at least. the fact that people dont like it bc "addicts dont like that :-(" is funny because like if you ask an addict what they like the response is gonna be well i like getting high. and we know that is bad for them and basically everyone around them lol.

[timdrake-yumm]

A Tim who has a little bottle of Lazarus water. The lid has one of those pipette dropper things attached to it like some of those medicine bottles do. I’m talking pre-Robin Tim too. He uses it on all the injuries he doesn’t want people asking about that he can’t cover up some other way. It’s used very sparingly so he still has it as Red Robin (though perhaps he got it refilled when he was with the LoA). Where did he get it from? Who knows, but since he only uses so little, the side effects are harder to recognize. His eyes use to be such an icy blue, but now they look kinda teal? Not nearly as much as Jason’s of course, and they don’t glow yet. And he’s accidentally given himself some kind of pit madness immunity/resistance (like you would do with poisons) so that if he were put all the way, completely immersed in a Lazarus pit, he’d be much more in control of his thoughts and actions than Jason was. Is he still crazy? Absolutely, no sane person tries to clone their best friend almost a hundred times, but once people learn of the Lazarus water (if they ever do) they can’t be sure if that’s just Tim or if the water has been effecting him that way.

[eeriansadowtwopointoh]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Drift | Deadlock/Ratchet Characters: Drift | Deadlock, Vortex (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Character Death, Blood and Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Revenge, severe injuries Series: Part 6 of Recovery Periods Summary:

He isn't supposed to want revenge, but Vortex's face still haunts Ratchet's nightmares so when he has a chance for it, Drift takes it.

[stormofdefiance]

2.2 spoilers //

He finally texted me back and I’m on my knees. Like I might actually cry - he wants to live 😭😭 ffffuck. HAPPY about being alive, FUCK - I can’t believe he just said that with his fingers aaaHHHHH. He’s worrying about being a bother but also actually SHOWING he’s insecure about it oh my god lay me down in the tall grass

[randolphbellmd]

i do not like this phase of recovery

[steddieunderdogfics]

challenge monday - running from the daylight by medusapelagia // they have a really strong voice and I love their works but this may be one of my favorites

Running From The Daylight by Medusapelagia

@medusapelagia

Rating: Mature

15,961 words, 15/15 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Snow, Mountains, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Established Relationship, Avalanches, Inaccuracies, Blood and Injury, Suicidal Thoughts, Blood, collapse, Broken Bones, Hurt, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sick Character, Major Character Injury, Injury, Head Injury, Injury Recovery, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Past Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Memory Loss, Hospitals, Medical Procedures, Medical Inaccuracies, Surgery

Summary:

Eddie sighs, looking at the white blanket around the chalet that Steve booked for their first holiday together. The landscape is incredible, the chalet warm and comfortable but Eddie misses the chaos that always seems to surround him: the only sound in that stupid chalet is the crackling open fire, which is nice, don’t get him wrong, but after two days of white snow and crackling fireplace he is definitely bored to dead.

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This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was find fics with under 100 kudos.

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[my-adventure-begins-here]

1:43am 10/26/24

Lmao it has been the longest year of my life and it feels like I’ve learned nothing and everything at the same time. I don’t even know what to say anymore. However I do know that I’m stressed, I have no money and no job. Idk lol the universe just keeps testing me!!!!! My friends keep dying or relapsing and I’m doing the one thing Marisa told me not to do lmao oops

Speaking of Marisa, I might get to see her when I pick up my one year and idk if I’d cry or throw up from anxiety lol. I will have a fuckin year completely clean and sober next month. And I’m still homeless and I lost my job lmao and have no savings, and I still live in a very toxic halfway. But I have my cat, and he saves me every day.

There’s a lot in my head. Too much. Also I went on an old tag here on this blue dot. I didn’t think the tag still worked, well, it does. And I fell right back into some version of seventeen year old me.