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i need a drug dealer finds a cute sweetheart and can’t stay away- oh shit their father is a cop plot

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give me a yeah, you’re dating my best friend but i fuck you better thread

and a my parents hate you so im going to sneak you in at night for quiet sexy time thread

or a wow sexual tension is totally there but were both chicken shit thread

also give me a you’re really innocent and i find that hot as fuck so let me taint you thread

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D.VA ONLINE. ( reblog / like / follow ) +1 starter for every reblog.

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you're hella dope. stay frosty

Exhaling the fumes of his cigarette away from the stranger, he gave them a short glance, followed by a curt nod of acknowledgment. “Thanks. Same to you, anon.”

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“but did you do it?”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @ashekim / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] Travis shrugged with a facade of apathy. Even his eyes were dull, void of emotion and fleeting signs of any thoughts he may have had regarding what he had done. But it was just that: a facade. He wanted to make her think he had failed the little challenge she presented him with. Though the act was short lived once he ever so casually handed her a napkin with a phone number scribbled across it. “Yeah.” It was all he had to say, really. He had no plans on actually calling the woman seated at the bar, still staring in their direction. He did, however, want to win the little bet he had made with Ashe.Plopping down into the booth they had reserved for the night, he reached for one of the bottles of alcohol given to them by the staff as a thank you for being such “loyal” customers. “So,” he began, holding the bottle up just to catch enough light in order to read its label, he took a long swig, “You gonna go get her boyfriend’s number when she goes to the bathroom? Or are you gonna back out now that you actually have to do it?” Lowering the bottle of vodka, he extended his hand, offering it to her, along with a glass in the other. He was never sure if people perferred to drink from the bottle or the glass. The former seemed a lot more efficiant in his opinion. "If you're too scared, you can always show me just how strong of a tolerance you have."

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Reblog this if you want a short/long anonymous message saying what they think of you.

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[ Ξ ]  Her reaction was mildly entertaining, but the amusement failed to show on his face. Instead, he stared over at her and kept quiet even after she made a joke of her own. The lighthearted jest was much...safer, in comparison to his. And while he had no opinion one way or another when it came to the humor of others, it gave him the impression his response had made her uncomfortable. Sucking his lips in, they slowly slipped out of the suction created by his mouth, and a popping sound bounced on the walls of her home. A short grunt left him when her hand made contact with the back of his head. Chuckling faintly, he obliged her and the request, flicking the ash of his slow burning cigarette into the tray provided. Dark eyes flickered from the first-aid kit to her face, focusing on her lips while they moved, as if he were trying to read them. “Just a wraith,” he began, gaze shifting away from her and off towards the wall behind her. Travis took another drag of the cigarette, remaining as still as possible while she lectured him on the dangers of going off on his own. He appeared disinterested, and he was, but he did in fact take in every word she said. “I didn’t get you because I’m selfish and wanted all the money for myself.” It was yet another sarcastic response, one he decided to follow up with the truth she was looking for. “I didn’t wanna have to talk you into coming with me.”

❝ ☠ the legacy continues… with @staywcke

IT WASN’T LIKE she was sleeping when he had knocked on herdoor but that still didn’t make her feel any better. The only visitors she receivedat this hour was the undead, and a few drunken friends. Travis didn’t fit intoeither category, but she wouldn’t dare turn him down. Especially not when bruisesdecorated his face. “That was mildly depressing.” Her own humor was cynical bynature, but hearing the same type of humor come from another felt foreign – a bitwrong almost. After she looks him over a few times to make sure he was okay, atleast as far as the eye could see. “You need to stop getting fucked up likethis, my first aid kit only holds but so much band aids. I’m going to startmaking you pay.” The joke is light hearted in her attempt to steer theconversation away from wherever the fuck it had just gone.

“HEY, ASHTRAY DICKHEAD.” Sliding the empty tray down thetable, she lightly smacks him on the back of the head as she walks to get thefirst aid kit from the closet. It doesn’t take her long to return to him andshe drags the chair from the opposite side of the table, placing it in front ofhim. “What fucked you up this time?” She doesn’t wait for a response as shetakes his free hand, dabbing at the few cuts and scrapes on his skin with acotton ball soaked in peroxide. “Why didn’t you come get me, I bet your facewouldn’t be all fucked up then.” Her tone is scolding, yet her touch is gentleas she cleans up his cuts, covering them up with pink band aids.

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 Continuing on The Path with @lavtiena

[ Ξ ] Her response elicited a loud snort from the male. “Someone sounds like they need to get laid,” Travis quipped, amusement etched onto his features and mockery drenching his words. It was nearly impossible not to tease her, or anyone else for that matter. Everything seemed to be a joke to him. Seemed, being the key word. With a roll of his eyes, he said nothing more to her small defense. Instead, he glanced at their surroundings, his stature lazy and apathetic as he wandered about. His eyesight being what it was, he saw all he needed to. Every root sticking out of the ground and every scurrying creature was seen as his pupils dilated. What pulled his half-assed focus from the darkness around him, was the way she said his name with such urgency. Thinking something had happened, he was quick to retrace his steps, only to catch her jumping in place at the sight of him reappearing. Successfully dipping to the side away from her swinging fist, Travis snickered. He hadn’t meant to startle her, not when they had a job to do, but seeing her reaction was entertaining nonetheless. By now, a smug look was plastered onto his face, making him forget they were working at all. Again, her touch brings him back to their task. His brows rose in the dark at her words, surprise replacing any sign of self-satisfaction he wore on his face. “And that’s something that’ll stop you?” He thought of the money: the one thing that motivated him enough to do anything, even if he didn’t necessarily want to. Travis’ gaze shifted over to the warehouse they were coming upon. He couldn’t sense anything, as that was her job. With that ignorance of danger currently benefiting him, the witcher was sure to press on. “It’s a good thing we’re not pirates then,” he commented on her little description of the situation, once again finding humor in her words. “If you won’t keep going, I’ll just take your half of the money when I’m done.”

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“and where do i go?” (If you're still accepting!)

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @starcurse / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] Travis didn’t know. Shit, he didn’t even know why the hell he had brought the male along with him. His medallion couldn’t sense anything supernatural about Judas, yet there was still something bothering the witcher. And now? He had decided to keep him around, even letting him spend time with him inside his apartment. Tonight, he wanted to test the limits of Judas’ alcohol tolerance. Just out of curiosity. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what he would do if his intuition ended up being correct. It wasn’t as if Judas was hurting anyone anyway. But, it never hurt to know about those around you.“To the kitchen,” he began, settling back into the couch of his living room, an empty glass in hand, a small pool of whiskey coloring the bottom of the cup. “There should be a cabinet right next to the fridge. Just grab whatever catches your eye and we can drink it.” A curious brow hiked itself up as he added, “You’re gonna drink with me, yeah?”

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“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @ivnsng / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ]“No, I figuratively cut his throat, Ian.” His shoulder rose and fell to pair with his silent snicker at the sarcastic quip. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if the wiccan were genuinely slow or if she were just easily caught by surprise when he shared his work stories. Travis leaned back in his chair, rocking back and forth on its wooden hind legs. His arms dangled at his side, a half empty bottle of beer in one hand and a slowly burning cigarette in the other. Brushing the pad of his thumb against its filter, he flicked the loose ash onto the floor of her little shop. “It’s not like I had a choice in the matter.”He took a long pause, listening to the old wood of the chair creak beneath him as he moved, most likely putting a significant strain on it. Whenever he finished a contract concerning the supernatural, Travis found himself back here, with Ian, surrounded by various artifacts, candles, and herbs. She was one of the few who knew about his original profession. The one that he had been bred to excel at since he were a small child. Selling illegal weapons was more of a hobby in his eyes. Nothing would compare to being paid to put his skills, all that he knew, to use. Lifting the beer to his lips, he took a long swig of the brown liquid and changed the subject. Discussing the gory details of his night didn't appeal to him any longer. “Anyone interesting come in since I’ve been gone?”

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"I can't be around you." - Jimin

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @wlfdn / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] The witcher would have asked why, but that seemed redundant. There were a plethora of reasons as to why the other would no longer want to be around him. It could have been his personality, his reputation as an ex-convict, the fact he ran an illegal arms business, anything, really. He wasn’t the best person to be around on the surface, and Travis was well aware of this. There was, however, one reason he was slightly concerned about: the fact he was a witcher. Lips pursing to the side, he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back while he breathed a heavy sigh. There were too many factors he had to consider now. Great.His first thought was to ask “why?”. The second, if he actually cared that Jimin wanted to avoid him. He was rather alone as it was – for the most part – would it really affect him if he never saw him again? But there it was again, that first thought circling back around and urging him to ask, simply for the sake of knowing the answer. “Any reason why?”

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“it’s just a cut, really.”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @antientia / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] He stared quietly at the lengthy cut along her calf. True, it was just a cut; but what he wanted to know was how she got the injury. His question may have come off as sounding concerned, but it stemmed from pure curiosity. The gash appeared rather deep, and somewhat fresh. A day or so old, perhaps? Travis squatted beside her, getting a closer look at the wound. He was sure not to touch her, seeing no reason to do so for the time being. “How’d you get it?” he finally asked, looking up at her from beside the leg he crouched beside.A ‘cut’ or not, he wondered if the laceration had been her own fault, and she were too proud to admit to it. During the short time he had known the woman – and the few times he had actually spent time with her – there always seemed to be a strong sense of pride about her; power in every step she took and an aura of confidence floating about her. It wouldn’t have surprised him if her demeanor was off putting to some, but it interested him. Pushed him to see just how proud she may be.“It looks like someone managed to stab you with a butter knife and had trouble getting it back out. You sure you didn’t trip over yourself?”

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Can I just say, I know I took this screenshot, but i want to hang this on my fucking wall. This is one of my favorites of all time.

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“did you think i forgot?”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @errvtum / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] He hummed lowly to himself, lips pursing outwards to display a mild sense of discomfort. He hadn’t thought she would forget about his little business. He just hoped she would have forgotten. Although, it was understandable she hadn’t. Selling weapons without a permit was bad on its own. Selling illegal ones was one step up from that. Thankfully, he didn’t need to concern himself with getting arrested. For the most part, he had enough connections with both law enforcement and those paying them in order to keep his work a secret from those would would have him deported.“You should have forgotten.” Travis’ curt words broke the steady, but quiet, vocalization of him thinking over the situation he was now in. “I’m not selling anything to you, if that’s what you’re gonna ask about. I don’t see why you’d need a gun anyway.” There was very little he knew about her, and thus he had no definitive opinion of her. All he could base his decision on was the feeling he got from her presence. Something was off about her. Something just strong enough to give him enough reason to avoid handing her a loaded gun and sending her out into the streets.

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“this is all a fucking disaster.”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @kxmxjxnhee / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] Well, she wasn’t wrong. As with any fight that happened within closed quarters, there was sure to be a mess. Shattered glass crunched into smaller pieces beneath the sole of his shoe when he stepped towards the body of a male groaning in pain. Whether it was caused by a shard of glass sticking out of his calf or the broken clavicle causing the discomfort, Travis couldn’t tell. Wearing a blank expression, it was obvious the man didn’t seem too concerned with what had happened. For once, he hadn’t been involved, having decided to opt out of public displays of aggression for the meantime. That meant it wasn’t his problem. It was, however, for those who needed to clean the mess on the club floor.He looked over his shoulder towards the female, a brow hiking up curiously. “Are you the one who has to clean this all up?” His gaze fell back down to floor, catching sight of another man attempting to sit up, the crowd around everyone injured beginning to disperse as the club’s bouncers charged through to escort the troublemakers outside. Glass was kicked around as other patrons attempted to return to the dance floor and avoid the dangerous, clear fragments. “Or were you the one who caused this?” Truth be told, he had no idea what had happened. All he wanted was another drink from the bar and ended up in the wrong place, thankfully after the wrong time. 

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“you look like an accident.”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @lavtiena / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] His lips formed a thick line as he withheld a snort, his chest rising and falling quickly. The tiers parted, only to take hold of the cigarette filter he held up to his mouth. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he inhaled the fumes, letting the smoke linger within his lungs before billowing out of his nose. He wouldn’t – no, he couldn’t – argue with her. There were many reasons why she may have made the comment. His normally neatly styled image was a mess, to say the least. Locks disheveled and his jaw bruised, he could still hear a ringing in his left ear from where he had been struck. Once again, he had gotten into a fight he could have easily avoided by simply walking away.He knew the reason for his appearance was more than apparent. Someone (or something) had roughed him up, but he wasn’t going to readily admit to that. Teasing her with a bit of dark truth seemed more appealing. Travis lowered his hand, knuckles covered in fresh scratches, and tapped the end of his cigarette on the edge of an ashtray. “My parents thought so, too.” His eyes flickered up from the ash falling off the white stick and over to her with a mischievous gleam. “Nice to know they were right.”

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“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @nosvki / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] It began with the faint vibration of his medallion, a sleek wolf's head forged out of silver, eyes a deep amethyst. The trinket was worn at all times by the witcher and almost never led him astray. If there was magic around, it would sense it, shaking the chain of the necklace and alerting him to the presence of the supernatural. That, and no monster being able to lay a hand on the medallion, was the extent of its abilities. Either way, it was enough to spark an interest in the woman seated across him. By now, quivering had dulled to a subtle droning sensation against the side of his leg. Keeping the item hidden within his pockets seemed easier when around the woman.So far, he couldn't tell what she was. There weren't any textbook signs he could pick up on, and it wasn't as if he were about to spend all his time around her, sniffing out her true identity like a hound. But his curiosity was just strong enough to prompt an genuine inquiry hidden by a mask of jest. "I might be, sure," he responded with a smug smile, the insult clearly doing nothing to his ego. "If you're not a succubus, then what are you?" Folding his arms loosely beneath his chest, he leaned back into the booth's seat, quirking a brow to pair with the question.