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Whumptober - 07: Drugged

John Mactavish x reader

A/N: For @bunnyreaper here's the whump version, sorry it took so long, hope you like it <3

Soap knows that something’s wrong the moment you call him. You drunk calling him wasn’t exactly out of the norm, in fact, it was weird if you didn’t spam him with texts and tik toks letting him know how much you loved him. 

His team often sledged him jokingly for how whipped he was for you, but it was that adoration and care that let him know within seconds that you weren’t okay. There was no excited shout of his name, no blaring music that you were drunkenly singing along to and none of your friends were yelling at him for interrupting girl's night. 

There’s just silence, a terribly concerning silence only accentuated by the shuffling of clothes and shuddering breaths. He’s on his feet and crashing into the wall on his quest for the keys in three seconds flat. His shoes aren’t even on properly and he’s already in the car when he finally gets a response to his barrage of questions. 

“Johnny?” Your voice is slurred and confused in a way that has his blood freezing. You very rarely got so sloshed you couldn’t function anymore but Soap knew what you were like even then, and this was not it. 

When the phone connects to the car's Bluetooth he’s throwing his phone into the passenger seat and reversing so quickly the tyres screech in protest. He knows where you are, you were always good at updating him if you moved venues but it doesn’t stop him from double-checking. 

He has to ask the question three times before you eventually confirm that you haven’t gone anywhere, his heart rate increasing frantically with each second that passes and he’s not by your side yet. 

“Johnny? Wh’re you? I think somethin’s wrong. Don’t feel so good.” Your whimpers fill the car and Soap starts to drive even faster, blowing through two red lights and a stop sign with little concern over the inevitable tickets and demerits he’ll get. 

“I know baby. Am almost there, just hold on a little longer.” He commanded as firmly and gently as possible. “Ye in the bathroom? Locked the door?” 

Once again it takes a while for you to understand and respond to his question but when you do he allows himself to relax a little. He tries to ascertain where your friend has gone and not for the first time he wants to kill her when you tell him you have no idea where she’s gone. 

“Johnny?” you call for him a few more times as if forgetting you’ve already gotten on the line.

He throws the car into park when he arrives, not bothering with the handbrake and not caring that he’s just stopped in the middle of the road. Cars are honking and people are yelling but he doesn’t give a single fuck, his mind is on a one-track mission. 

He’s even left his phone on the seat in his haste and the door open. Undoubtedly, you’ll yell at him when he relays the details later but he’s willing to cop all of your anger if it means he gets to you in time. 

He runs past the bouncer, outpacing the shouting man and ducking past various security members as he beelines towards the bathroom. Vaguely he recognises that he’s being chased but it doesn’t matter because he makes it to the ladies' bathroom well before they catch up.

It doesn’t even register that the bathroom door isn’t locked like you’d said it was when he bursts into the grimy space because his attention and fury are quickly dragged elsewhere. Namely to the motherfucker that was sticking his hand down your pants as you sobbed and tried to get away with your body’s sluggish movement. 

He’s letting out a furious roar and when the man turns with wide eyes at the commotion behind him Johnny’s fist smacks into his nose with a sickening crack that sends him stumbling backwards bleeding and onto the tile floor. 

It’s only the fact that your legs give out without someone supporting you that stops him from beating the man to death as he grabs you and pulls you against him. 

You’re so out of it that you protest, pushing against his chest as you cry because you don’t recognise him straight away. 

It takes a bit of cajoling and pressing soft kisses into your hairline before you recognise him but when you do you completely devolve into a crying, sobbing mess, collapsing against him even further as you finally allow yourself to feel all of the overwhelming panic you’d been trying to hold off. 

Security’s caught up and the commotion they make as they barge into the bathroom sets you off even further and Soap simply shoots them a heated glare before shouldering past them with you safe in his arms. 

Perhaps miraculously, both the car and his phone are still where he’d left him and Johnny gently deposits you in the passenger seat, clipping your seatbelt in. His heart shatters a little further when you start to beg him not to leave you. 

“M not leaving ye bonnie, just need to get myself strapped in.”

“Promise?” you sound so small and Soap is now certain that once you’re safe and looked after he’d going to hunt down the scumbag that dared lay a finger on you. For now though, 

“I promise love.” When he slips into the driver's seat you’re reaching blearily for his hand immediately and he takes it just as quickly, pulling away and driving far slower than he’d gone to get to you. 

“I promise.” The words are so soft that they’re more for himself than you. They’re an oath that he’ll keep even if it kills him.

Legit the only reason I despise hawks sm

YO LISTEN

If Dabi dies I HOPE WE'LL ALL JUST IGNORE IT AND PRETEND LIKE HE'S ALIVE FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY

chadwickboseman It is with immeasurable grief that we confirm the passing of Chadwick Boseman. 

Chadwick was diagnosed with stage III colon cancer in 2016, and battled with it these last 4 years as it progressed to stage IV. 

⁣A true fighter, Chadwick persevered through it all, and brought you many of the films you have come to love so much. From Marshall to Da 5 Bloods, August Wilson’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and several more, all were filmed during and between countless surgeries and chemotherapy. ⁣⁣

It was the honor of his career to bring King T’Challa to life in Black Panther. ⁣He died in his home, with his wife and family by his side. ⁣

The family thanks you for your love and prayers, and asks that you continue to respect their privacy during this difficult time. ⁣⁣

Photo Credit: @samjonespictures

TW.

Does anyone have any dabi x reader fics about comforting a reader with depression or suicidal thoughts? Asking for a friend ;-;

TOUYA ISDABI

Holy shit

It's actually confirmed

I'M FUCKING CRYING

Alternative Inktober Promptlist Collection 2020 Edition

This list is by no means exhaustive, it won’t include anything for specific fandoms, and there will definitely be other ones that I’ve missed. Last year’s promptlist collection can be found [here].

Generally Unthemed: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [list 4], [list 5], [list 6], [list 7], [list 8], [list 9], [list 10], [list 11], [list 12], [list 13], [list 14], [list 15], [list 16], [list 17], [list 18], [list 19]

Halloween / Autumnal / Fun Spooky: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [list 4], [list 5], [list 6], [ethereal], [ghosts], [list 9], [list 10]

Horror / Disturbing Spooky: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [unreality], [list 5], [gore], [halloween with some gorey], [eldritch]

Witchy: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [both witchy and spooky lists], [list 5], [list 6], [list 7], [tarot]

Other Magical / Fantasy / Myths: [greek myths], [fantasy quests], [fairytales]

Original Character / Character Design: [list 1], [50 prompts], [randomly generated characters], [robots]. [furry, mostly], [various OC themes], [colour palette based demons], [anthropomorphic characters]

Other: [draw your OTP, 3 lists], [memory], [musical theatre], [1 list with several themed sections], [1 relationships + 1 self lists], [fandom in general], [various aesthetics], [item in environments], [adventures], [wild animals], [objects], [colour palettes]

sorry this took so long @ultimateotaku666 @corpse-husbands-bunny

I’m so over celebrity worship.

as a lot of you know, my mom passed yesterday and it was so unexpected. what started as a simple break led to her organs shutting down, her kidney, liver, lungs and even heart. she even coded at one point.

not only do we have to put on her funeral, but we are also losing wages that we need to pay rent and bills. she was on disability that gave her 1,400 a month and i was her home health attendant and i used to get paid 450 every two weeks.

we’re giving up our car bc we won’t be able to afford the payment or insurance and we’re going to try and move into a cheaper place when we’re able to. the place we’re in right now is 2,400 a month and it’s no where near worth it.

there’s never any obligation to donate, but even reblogging this would be appreciated.

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