medicated mind

( Jee belongs/drawn by @blesstale! )
( Adre @me! )

Combining some prompts after looking at the votes! 

Prompts: Peter getting sick after falling into the Hudson (Note: this prompt has been adjusted slightly for the sake of spoilers), Peter with pneumonia, and Peter sick at school, and Tony having to pick him up. 

Word Count: 2905

Peter’s web breaks as he’s mid swing over the Hudson River, and he has just enough time to mutter out a sharp “shit” before he’s plunging toward the water with no time to shoot another web. 

His body hits the water with a loud smack, and he’s sinking toward the bottom before the gears in his mind can turn toward the safety answer of “swim.” The water around him is cool and murky, and it has his mask plastered uncomfortably to his face, feeling almost as if a second, more damp, layer of skin. He hooks two fingers underneath it and slips it up and over, only to have the fabric push hard at his pressed lips until they part just wide enough for water to shoot into his mouth and down his throat. 

Keep reading

A tribute to Demo

Over time Demo has become one of my favourite characters in this whole series. It’s very sad that he gets so little attention (from both the comic team and the fans it seems). That’s why I decided to make a small appreciation post about what I like about him.

Let’s start with chapter 1: Gray Mann took over Mann Co. and fired all mercs. Most of them went into hiding or just moved on with their lives:
Scout: Helped Soldier and then wanted to get his money from the bank before vanishing. Ended up in prison though.
Soldier: Was kicked out of his castle and then started working as a tourist guide.
Pyro: Apparently became the CEO of a freaking engineering company??
Heavy: Returned to his family in Siberia.
Engie: Disappeared and took care of the Administrator.
Medic: Started working for a different team.
Sniper: Went back home to Australia and then started looking for his birth parents.
Spy: Wanted to go underground for a while. Ended up in prison with Scout unfortunately.

But what does Demo do? Nothing. He is depressed and unable to move on with his life. This job was everything to him.

He seems to drink even more than usual and completely lets himself go, not caring for anything. 

And now look at him when Miss Pauling is giving him his job back.

Look at his face: He is so genuinely happy and blissful when he is offered to join the gang again. Totally changed from one second to the next! :D

Another thing to notice about Demo is that he doesn’t bear grudges against his friends, no matter how shitty they may treat him.

Sniper knocks him out and then wants to throw him into a shallow grave!

But who is the one who supports Sniper after he got shot by the TFC mercs? Demo. 

In Chapter 6 Medic joins his old comrades in battle again. 

Medic betrayed the team and got Sniper killed, but he brought him back to life later - and that’s all that matters to Demo. He also doesn’t really mind Medic cutting pieces of his brain out.

(Don’t forget, he also immediately forgave his liver for leaving him.
DemoxLiver = OTP lol)

Look how happy and enthused he is to be back in action and to blow things up. This guy loves his work!

Look how happy he is to be reunited with his team. This guy loves his friends!

He is the only one of the mercs who visibly cares for the others and is happy to work with them. And that’s why I love him. :)

Okay, legitimate question time about Hogwarts’ Hospital Wing and what actually necessitates a visit to St Mungos.

  • Petrified by a basilisk? Nah. It may take all year, but we’ll just keep them here, sorry muggle parents.
  • Turned into an anthromorphic cat? No worries! Pomfrey will figure it out. Eventually.
  • Nearly killed by Department of Mysteries miscellany and numerous Death Eaters? They’re fiiiine.
  • Possessed by Voldemort for nearly a year? Dumbledore says all you need is a nap, stop whining.
  • Ravaged my an un-turned werewolf? Like St Mungos would know what to do, Mrs W just give Fleur that salve already.
  • Cursed by a necklace? No tha– oh, crap. Yes alright, take her to Mungos.

Damn, Poppy Pomfrey has her hands full.

In my head Melissa McCall and Claire Temple have now formed a support group for overworked and underappreciated nurses known to the supernatural community.

“Why do they always have to be bringing this shit into *my* hospital? Some of us have jobs we’d like to keep, bills to pay…”

“It’s all ‘I have super strength this, I have super healing that,’ but who do they come to as soon as they inevitably run into something that they can’t heal from? Me, that’s who.”

“Is it too much to ask that they all learn basic first aid? Self-defense? Maybe just common sense, for that matter?”

Other members of the group: Lauren Lewis (Lost Girl), Ravi Chakrabarti (iZombie), Natalie Lambert (Forever Knight, because yes, I really am that old)

Team Fortress 2 Zodiac Signs

Aquarius: Medic
Pisces: Demoman
Aries: Heavy
Taurus: Spy
Gemini: Miss Pauling
Cancer: Sexton Hale
Leo: Soldier
Virgo: Engineer
Libra: Pyro
Scorpio: Sniper
Sagittarius: Scout
Capricorn: The Administrator

Tag yourself, I’m a libra

anonymous asked:

Aww, reverseObi seems to have a pattern of causing wake-up calls by getting 'hurt'. I am glad to see a variant of mind healers where they Don't equal psychologists, double kudos for that. Does anyone worry about Anakin being in the presence of someone who can cause that reaction? Or would one of those dark things keep Ani from examining himself? And is Ashoka affected? Err, seems I have another dozen questions that can maybe be ignored if you tell us what happens next? Thank you muchly

“Master Windu spoke to me about what you found.” Anakin glanced to his former master and sighed a bit. “Of course he did…”

“You have to admit, its worrying, he has been around you since you were a child.” Qui-Gon murmured. “Any…tampering?”

“None, I checked and I allowed the mind healers to check with me too. Nothing, only my own darkness and doubts.” The blond shifted. “And I checked on Ahsoka’s mind when she was here. Nothing. Only Obi-Wan’s mind was tampered with.”

That left the question why.

Why would the sith risk it?

Why would someone as patient as Palpatine had been risk tampering with Anakin’s new padawan?

The answer was obvious.

Obi-Wan was new. He was young. Full of light if a bit insecure.

Anakin’s commitment to his padawan and therefor the order was more secured.

However if his padawan was to defect or even die…

He tensed his jaw and took a deep breath. “…He wants me to Fall.”

“…He wants you as his apprentice.” Qui-Gon countered quietly and then sighed. “Its worrying but I know you Anakin, we can trust you.” He rested a large hand on the others shoulder, giving him a small smile. “Else you wouldn’t be here and wouldn’t have Obi-Wan.”

Anakin looked away from his master. “At this point I’m starting to wonder if its wise to trust me. If he really does want me…I have secrets that…”

“Anakin…” Qui-Gon shifted to turn the other to him, looking seriously at him if a bit awkward. “I know…what its like to…have emotions…I told you about Tahl. I’ve always regretted what might have been had we…” He sighed and Anakin winched, covering the larger mans hands.  “…When the end of the war comes…you can do anything you want, go anywhere…” Qui-Gon murmured.

“Obi-Wan is going to need me for years still.” Anakin argued.

“Not…if you find an alternative master.” The older man smiled at him and they stared at each other before Anakin squeezed the others wrists in understanding.

“I was thinking of taking him along to introduce him to Senator Amidala one of these days…” He grinned and Qui-Gon chuckled, dropping his hands from the others shoulders. “She’s going to spoil him, she adored Ahsoka. She’s going to adore Obi-Wan just as much if not more the little negotiator he is.”

Anakin grimaced. “That little rascal conned both Waxer and Echo out of a supply of gummi nexus. I had to confiscate them to tamper down on his sugar intake.”

“I seem to remember someone else enjoying sugar.”

“Yes well he needs to eat normal food. I ate normal food. I ate delicious normal food.” Anakin huffed.

“…True you ate like a growing teen should. Sometimes it was amazing how much you could put away honestly at times. And the amount of blue milk you consumed…” The other blinked. “Also, you should warn your Captain. My Commander might try to steal Obi-Wan away.”


“Yes apparently since Obi-Wan was suppose to be my padawan, that means he’s also now the 212 mascot. Or well Commander as they insist.” Qui-Gon smirked lightly.

“Oh no he’s not, that is my padawan.” Anakin snorted.

Qui-Gon chuckled before nodding to something behind him. “Yes it is, but it seems to make the youngling happy to be wanted by both.”

Anakin turned around and raised both eyebrows as Obi-Wan’s armor now contained a yellow vambrace as he clung to Waxer’s back as the man ran with him, being chased by Echo and Fives.



Boil and Trapper suddenly joined the mini skirmish happening in camp, bags of something white being pelted at the 501.

“…Are those marshmallows?”

“Certainly looks like it.”

“SUGAR WASTE! NOOO!” Obi-Wan cried out, his voice full of laughter.

“He looks happy. In the middle of a troop camp.” Qui-Gon noted.

“…I’ve tried to preserve some happiness and safety from him.” Anakin offered quietly.

“I hear he faced Ventress?”

“And played bait to get close to wreck her ribs. Yes. She’s angry at him. I worry about the implications for the future for him. She will carry a grudge.”

“Then you train him to be able to defend himself.”

“Could…would you…help me? Help me teach him while you’re around.” Anakin clarified. “I’m good Qui-Gon. But I don’t want to limit his skills to just what I know.”

“Anakin, it would be an honor.” Qui-Gon smiled warmly at him.


Imagine Reid telling you that he’s worried about how bad things are getting in your home.

[gif of Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds anxiously fiddling with his hands while he looks at someone, and then up, about to speak.]

A Little Hair Pulling Goes a Long Way

Bucky x Reader

WC 1981

Summary You and Bucky are in a relationship and though the sex is wonderful, you want something more.

Warnings SMUT, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP. oh and always pee after sex. It’ll help you avoid UTIs), rough sex, dirty talk, bossy Bucky, hair pulling, ass slapping, swear words, drinking mimosas, Natasha getting hurt, uhhh… I think that’s it?

You were laying in bed, basking in post-coital bliss. Bucky was stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand rest lazily on your hip. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, rubbing your nose against his.

He sighed happily, “If I could spend every moment with you, like this, I’d die a happy man,” he declared.

You giggled, smacking him in the chest. “Oh, stop it,” you teased.

Leaning in for a kiss, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Bucky, you’ve got two minutes to get your ass out here or I’m coming in there. And I really don’t want to see you or Y/N in your birthday suits!” hollered Steve.

Rolling your eyes, you got up and threw on some clothes. Bucky did the same.

“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!” The door flew open.

You let out a shriek of surprise. Steve was standing there with his hands covering his eyes. “I warned you guys!”

“Jesus, Steve, what the fuck?” snapped Bucky. “We’re dressed!”

“Oh,” he replied, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry about the door.”

You stood there with your mouth open. “How am I supposed to sleep like that?!”

“Uh…sleep in Bucky’s room until we get back.” He put on his Captain America face, “Bucky, let’s go. The others are waiting.” He began walking away and turned back, sheepishly, “I really am sorry about the door.”

You sighed as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” he reminded you, giving you a gentle kiss goodbye.

You entered into your room to pack a bag to take with you. Trudging your way to Bucky’s room, you unpacked and made yourself as comfortable as you could. It was late and you were calling it a night. You snuggled under the blankets and smiled, they smelled like him.

Keep reading


Imagine Reid saying that he’s worried about the unhealthy ways you use to cope.

[gif of Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds talking to a figure.]

Silent Fury


My exams ended last week and I’m so stoked to finally welcome June-July holidays with open arms and my writing prompts folder out.

I’ve got drafts of fifteen different things and I resolve to get at least (at least) 1000 words down for each (knowing me, I’ll surely surpass that word count on some and totally forget about the others).

My schedule at home is very irregular during lazy days (aka: holiday) and my Wi-Fi is down for an indefinite amount of time (curse you whoever is responsible!) so I’ll see y’all when I see y’all!

Enough about me, enjoy this KakaSaku I finally got around to edit.


Silent Fury

Summary: A mission goes wrong and Sakura is forced into bedridden mode upon her return to Konoha. Thank goodness her faithful husband is there to keep her company. KakaSaku.


“I’m sorry, Sakura,” Tsunade began in an unapologetic tone. “But your husband has requested for your workload to be lightened and I agree with him.”

Sakura huffed in annoyance. “Shishou, I’m fine. The mission happened a week ago and I feel as fine as ever,” she reassured with a gentle smile although inside she was contemplating different ways to decapitate her dear husband.

The sound of wood cracking drew her out of her thoughts. Tsunade had transformed from a regal ruler into an infuriated mess of blond hair and Hokage robes in the span of one blink. Her hands were firmly planted atop her desk while her body leaned over it to leer in Sakura’s face.

“Bullshit! That mission was traumatizing for me and I wasn’t even the one sitting in a cell with Orochimaru’s experiments as my captors!”

Sakura flinched at her capture being worded so harshly. Tsunade noticed and got an evil gleam in her eyes. “There, see! The day you don’t get jumpy when talking about it is the day you can come back to work and resume your double workload, am I understood?” She wasn’t even asking anymore.

Sakura sighed, defeated. She grumbled out a, “yes, Tsunade-shishou,” before making her way home.

Her dear medaling husband was gonna get it tonight. Or more specifically, he wasn’t going to get any tonight.


Kakashi found her in the kitchen, perusing through a cookbook on the counter.

Of course he did not hesitate to step inside and wrap his arms around the shorter woman. He had no reason to. And of course he did not flinch subtly when she turned in his arms with a painfully sweet smile on her face.

“Kakashi.” She greeted simply, leaving out the endearing suffix that usually followed his name. Uh-oh. Maybe he did gulp a bit that time.

“There’s tempura in the fridge, help yourself. I’ve had a long day of explaining to the other medics how to do my job for the next few days since I’ve been forced into bedridden mode. I’m going to bed,” she stated and briskly headed in the direction of their bedroom.

After he was sure that she was out of sight and earshot he let out a loud and tired sigh. Running his hands through his silver hair Kakashi contemplated how many days he’d have to suffer before she went back to caring and kind from fuming and vengeful. He looked at the fridge and grimaced. Damn, he hated tempura. And he knew she knew that.


She heard him come in less than ten minutes later. She would’ve preferred to have been long gone into dreamland already but after having to sleep in a forest and be alert at the same time during the past few weeks it took quite a while for her to slumber peacefully; even in her own bed.

He passed the bed with her silent form on it to wash up and change in the bathroom.

Moments later the mattress dipped as his weight joined hers. He laid still as if deciding on something. With an audible exhale he reached out and turned Sakura to face him.

“It’s for your own good,” he told her gently. His face was devoid of his mask and headband so his Sharingan could easily see the scowl on her face.

When she didn’t reply he carried on, “I’m not going to apologise because I’m not sorry. Imagine the distress and anger I felt when I came back home from a three-day-long mission only to be told that my wife had been captured.”

Kakashi felt her twitch against him, obviously uncomfortable with the memories his words were conjuring. He pulled her closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck and softly stroking her unkempt hair. “That is exactly why you need the rest, Sakura. Your body is healed but I’ve been on enough rescue missions to know that your mind will take days to be at peace again. You need to stop flinching at every sound and movement.”

Her snort made him pull her back to peer at her face. She was smiling wryly, as if he had shared a joke she had heard time and time again and never found funny. “That’s exactly what Tsunade-shishou said. You two have more in common than you think.” Her green eyes rolled.

Kakashi kept his lips from smiling. She was responding, and not in an angry way. That was good. He just had to keep the flame burning.

His lips quirked up in to a sensual smirk, “Not as much as you two have in common.” To punctuate his statement his mismatched eyes slowly drifted down her face to pointedly stare at her chest.

Her light laugh told him his words had the desired effect. Her body loosened up under his touch. “I sure hope your eyes carry on down until they reach my hands, Kakashi.”

He smiled sheepishly, knowing she loved it when he did that because a tiny dimple dappled his cheek. “Well, Hokage-sama did say you should rest. What better way to relax than to get familiar with our bed?”

Her eyebrows rose challengingly. “Really, now? Ok then. You take the couch and I’ll get real familiar with my bed.”

Kakashi grimaced. Sakura always did have a sharp tongue that loved word play. “No, no, no. That’s not right, love. You once said yourself that you don’t sleep well when alone, remember?”

It was her turn to grimace. It didn’t last long though, soon a mischievous glint took over her bright viridian eyes. “Are you saying that as long as I don’t sleep alone you’ll leave me alone?”

His lips parted to deny her words but she raised her voice over his sputtering, “Well then, I’ll just get Naruto to keep me company. Hinata’s away on a mission and even he doesn’t appreciate a cold bed.”

Kakashi’s nostrils flared. He pulled Sakura closer until she was half-draped over his chest. “You will do no such thing. Not as long as I’m alive, that is.”

His eyes narrowed when she didn’t reply or look at him. His reprimand was on the tip of his tongue when her tinkling laughter stopped him. He stared at her shaking pink head, the tips of her hair brushed his chest every few seconds. His breath halted halfway on an exhale. He hadn’t heard her laugh like that for more than two weeks.

Her head lifted and he stared into amused emerald pools. Her rose lips curled beautifully before she moved forward to place a chaste rewarding kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Kakashi. You’re right. Maybe I do need to unwind a little. Wanna help me?” Her eyes were teasing, but he could see the anticipation she didn’t bother to hide.

He stared at her intensely (for no apparent reason than to fluster her). He watched with a growing smile as a soft blush spread over her cheeck and her lips jutted out in a pout he couldn’t resist. He relented.

He pulled her closer to place his unclothed lips next to her reddening ear. “With pleasure,” he whispered.

Delirious (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Character: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Sickness


Request: Tony stark x daughter request? Where she’s sick with a really high fever and completely delirious and keeps saying crazy shit. As concerned as tony is he can’t help not to laugh at some of her antics so he takes video. When she’s better he shows her the video and they both share a laugh over it.

Originally posted by taylorannshazamm

“Y/N, time to get up.” Tony announced, opening the door and then leaving. This was usually enough to get you up.

He waited in the kitchen for about twenty minutes, and you had not emerged. He expected you to come out by now for something to eat and drink, or to hear your music playing, but he heard nothing. He went back into your room and saw you still in bed, not moving since he last saw you. “Y/N?” He asked coming over. Worry filled his mind as he knelt down. He put his hand around your wrist and felt for a pulse, and sighed with relief when he felt it. “Y/N, come on Hun.” He said, going to stroke your hair out your face, but paused and pressed his hand against your head when he felt how warm your skin was. “JARVIS call the school and tell them that she can’t come in today. Also call the Doctor.” He requested.

Keep reading