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Suicide of Lucretia

— by Meester met de Papegaai

[nymphaiofmoros]

i can't help but relate just a little to lottie.

i, too, wished when i was younger that God helped me or gave me something i wanted really bad. but that never happened. then I'd break down asking why this was happening to me and if i did something wrong.

lottie wants so desperately to be chosen by the wilderness, she always wanted to draw the queen card. she doesn't care if that means she will die a brutal death, it still means that the wilderness willingly chose her.

being willingly chosen by someone is so rare. i believe lottie just really wanted to be chosen by someone. I've seen this with myself. I've daydreamed about a miracle happening to me or some phenomenon that confirms that something paranormal is watching me, and i didn't care if it was a demon or a guardian angel. i just wanted something powerful to give me attention, make me feel special.

i'm not religious, but i always keep some twinkle of faith in me. it makes life more whimsical i believe. a cat could follow me to my house and i could view it as a coincidence — the cat is probably hungry and wants me to give in and feed it — or i could view it as a guardian angel that's been sent to walk me home safe. anyway, this post doesn't make much sense, i just wanted to ramble a lil bit about lottie and my experiences with faith.

and to anyone reading this, have a nice day ♡

[woazadykeman]

Proud Travis defender since day one. I should get a medal for surviving the Travis slander lord save her✊

[sparkleshakes]

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

[nymphaiofmoros]

Televangelism

.⋆☾𓃦☽⋆⁺ fem! reader x lottie matthews

words; 2,788

♱ summary; after having a strange dream about Lottie, you go to her for guidance and explanation. She advises you that the dream might be a prophecy, and that you need to recreate it with her.

beware; blood, cannibalism, animal death, kissing, just in general very gross, brain stuff, not for people with a weak stomach, and a little toxic (?).

a/n ; this took aaaages, but i'm glad i finally finished it. this goes out to all my fellow freaks out there. (likes and reblogs are greatly appreaciated, i poured my blood, sweat and tears on this (╥_╥))

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You’re horrified at the sight in front of you. Lottie, wearing a long white gown, which makes her look even more angelic than usual, hunched down on the ground. Her gown was dirty and scratched and torn, her face smeared with dark red blood. You couldn’t see very well, but what you could see was her bringing something up to her mouth, then tearing it with her teeth, eating it like an animal. Trying your hardest to focus your weary eyes, you step closer and closer, the thing she was eating becoming more visible. It was a middle-aged man by the looks of it, you had never seen him before. Lottie doesn’t notice you just yet, instead, she continues her ‘meal’. She wipes her bloody mouth with her hand, which only causes more blood to smear on her cheek. Suddenly, she turns her head, looking straight at you. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were oh-so expressive. She looked hungry.

Wild, primal. She slowly stands up, and you – intimidated – take a cautious step back. She looked terrifying, but for some reason, you couldn’t look away from this gross, animalistic display. You only stand there, paralyzed. She takes a sudden step forward, and before you can flinch back, she grabs the back of your head. She doesn’t try to be gentle – or even human. You don’t move, instead you watch her. She tilts her head – like a curious cat who has just caught a mouse, leaning closer, inspecting you like she has never seen a human before. Your lips shake, as you try to open them and speak, but it seems that your vocal cords have disappeared. As your lips part, and you’re on the verge of whispering a bundle of confused words, when she presses her lips onto yours. It didn’t feel like a kiss – it was ravenous. She tried to slide her tongue into your mouth, trying to force you to taste the blood and flesh and meat she had consumed. You could feel your lips and tongue getting numb, but you couldn’t pull away, like a force was keeping you locked in this disgusting, primal kiss. You could only open your eyes, and when you do, you see hers. They were dark, almost black, and bloodshot. You stare and stare at them, as you feel her start to bite at your lips, making them bleed. You feel them starting to bleed – is she trying to eat you as well? You’re panting heavily, unable to move, and just as you’re about to scream–

You wake up.

Shooting up from your spot on the cabin floor, you glance around the room. It’s dark, but through the dark blue hue that was created from the midnight sky, you could make out bodies on the floor, asleep. You were okay – you were safe. You were still in the wilderness, but you were safe. You had Lottie, right? That was just a weird dream, she would never, ever do something like that. You turn your head to the spot Lottie was sleeping at, which wasn’t far from you. Her dark, wavy, and messy hair is splayed out on the wooden floor, her face relaxed. She looked so beautifully innocent in her sleep, like she could do no wrong. She looks pretty even when she’s asleep, you thought, she must be God’s favorite.

You stare at the back of her head, debating. Should you wake her up and explain what you saw? Maybe the dream was a prophecy– but no, that would be horrifying. With a frustrated sigh, you turn, and lay back down to sleep.

In the morning, you stay in the cabin. While everyone’s doing their chores, you stand at the window, watching them. Your gaze keeps moving back to Lottie, who was sitting on a log, by herself. She was staring down at her hands, fiddling with them. Her gaze looked… far away, like she wasn’t there at the moment. You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to go outside and talk to her. Making sure the coast is clear, you reluctantly turn the door handle of the cabin door and step outside.

You sit down next to Lottie, both of you silent. She looks up when she notices your presence, her eyebrows furrowing just a little, giving her that sad baby deer look. The morning light hit the side of her face perfectly, giving her an orange-y glow. You knew neither of you wanted to speak up first, so you decided to just do it. “I had a weird dream last night,” you mumble, just loud enough for her to hear it. Her head perks a bit, and she tilts her head curiously, “What was it about?” she asks, her voice soft and curious. Oh you innocent little lamb.

“Um,” you let out a breath, “It’s just– really weird, are you sure you wanna hear it?”. She nods, humming in affirmation. You sigh, reluctant. But you had to let it out. You needed to find the meaning of it. “Okay…” you take a deep breath, your gaze locked on the grass under your feet. You didn’t dare look at her as you started explaining. 

“I- I saw you… you were crouched down, in the forest, and you were all bloody-” you stop to take in a stressed breath, “I mean, you had blood smeared on your face, around your mouth. You looked like you were eating something-”, you make gestures with your hands, flailing them around as you try to explain. “I tried to focus and I saw something… like a middle-aged man, on the ground? His head was like- split open. And you were… eating his… brain, I think?” you look up at her, waiting for a reaction. She just stares, with that concerned look she always has on her face. Despite her expression, she nods for you to continue. You nod back, gulping nervously, “And um… then you… you kissed me. But it wasn’t like- a romantic kiss. It’s like you were trying to feed me that brain or whatever it was you were eating and it was just– really weird, okay?” you huff, getting frustrated with yourself. You turn to look at her again, and she’s silent. She seems to be thinking, and although she looks a little disturbed, all she ends up muttering is: “That must be a prophecy.”

You scoff. Well, a little rudely, but you couldn’t help it. That was a weird ass dream, not a goddamn prophecy. “Not it wasn’t, Lot, it was just a dumb dream-” “No it wasn’t.”. Lottie’s face is serious, so you decide to shut up. With a frustrated sigh, you try to ration with her. “Why do you think it’s a prophecy and not some stupid movie my brain made up?” you ask, feeling bad for doubting her, but she was acting delusional. “I know it. I can feel it.” she insists. Her expression was stern, her eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t help but feel bad for doubting her. Her doe eyes were too much for you, you were starting to convince yourself it was a prophecy. Damn you, Lottie. “Fine, it’s a prophecy.” you sigh, giving up, “What now?”

“We need to recreate it.” 

She was serious. Your face pales a little at her tone and face. The atmosphere felt a little darker. But you trust her, right? She’s just being Lottie, with her wilderness mumbo-jumbo. She won’t actually go and kill a man to recreate your dream. And definitely won’t make out with you while eating that said man to recreate your dream… right?

“Why am I doing this?”, you let out a frustrated breath. You looked around you, it was dark and you could barely see what you were stepping on. You set down a make-shift torch, made of wood and fabric, that you had lit up. Lottie told you to replicate the scene in your dream as closely as you could remember. “Okay… there was a torch behind her, and one over here…” you mutter to yourself, placing the second torch down. You remember three torches specifically, two behind her, one to the side. You place the third torch down. You sigh, stepping back, and looking at the scene. Pretty damn close. All you had to do now was stand there and wait for Lottie, praying that she didn’t actually magically find a middle-aged man and kill him for this.

You sit down on the forest floor and wait for what feels like ages, when you hear rustling. It’s getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Your head perks up, and you turn your head frantically to where the noise is coming from. It sounded like… something being dragged on the ground, coming towards you. You could hear your pulse in your ear, your hands starting to sweat. You clutch at your jeans’ fabric, shooting up from the place you were sitting at. “Lottie?” you softly call out her name, both praying and dreading that it was indeed her. 

You finally see a figure through the bushes, as it slowly moves towards the faint orange light of the torches. It’s Lottie. Her hair is messy, and her face is painted with small blood splotches. Her expression is scarily blank, her jaw tightly clenched. As she walks further away from the bushes, your gaze slowly moves down to her hand. She was holding an antler. As your gaze moves further down, you quickly figure out that that antler belongs to a deer, dead, with a cut throat. Lottie drags the animal’s body until she reaches you. She drops the carcass down at her feet, her eyes still staring into your soul – blank, and unemotional. You huff, your eyebrows furrowed and your face crunched in a mix of... disgust? Bewilderment, fear? You didn’t even know.

“What the hell– Lottie, where did you get that?!” you whisper-yell, but she quickly replies back.

“Doesn’t matter.”, her voice is stern, demanding that you don’t ask any question. Your lips pressed together, frustrated. You wanted to get an answer, but something was holding back your vocal cords. Fear, maybe?

“Alright– fine, whatever, I will just accept that you randomly found a goddamn deer and killed it. What now?” your voice shakes a little, but you cover it up with a fake air of confidence. Lottie glances down at the carcass. The deer lay motionless, its eyes now soulless. The blood around the slash on its throat had dried up, and you could see a few bugs already trying to eat its remains. Lottie slowly kneels down, her movements almost robotic. She takes out a knife from her pocket – the blade having faint blood markings on it–, and she slowly cuts the top of the deer’s head, in a way where you could see its brain. You hold back a gag. “Jesus, Lot…” you mumble, feeling like you’re going to be sick. Lottie doesn’t pay any mind to you, and she continues methodically cutting. When she’s ‘done’, she drops the knife on the ground. You swallow your spit, pushing back any vomit that was trying to escape up your throat. Lottie looks up at you, her innocent doe eyes still making her look like an angel who does no wrong. Your mind is reeling, you don’t understand why you’re going along with this, but you are. With a shaky sigh, you take a small step back. You nod your head, silently understanding her just from her eyes. She nods back.

Lottie turns her head, staring down at the deer’s head. She moved her hand, and you could see a faint tremor in it. Her fingers finally reach the brain of the animal, digging into the gooey, bloody mess. She takes a scoop of the brain, bringing it up to her mouth. Her hand stuttered and stopped a few times, but whenever she hesitated, a determined twinkle appeared in her eyes. Finally, her teeth bite into the bloody mass, and she starts to chew. You swallow back vomit once again. You physically couldn’t look away – it was magnetizing. Like watching a horrific tragedy, and not being able to look away. The doe-eyed girl’s face scrunches from an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. Disgust, maybe? You hoped that was the case, because if she was enjoying this… well, that could turn a lot more horrifying.

She starts devouring the matter, gnawing at the gooey and soft cerebrum. She looked more like a vicious dog rather than a person. You stayed frozen in your spot, repeating the words ‘whatthefuck’ in your brain over and over. You knew you were in too deep now, you couldn’t just back out. Blood was trickling down her chin, down to her white dress, ruining it. If you hadn’t seen her eating the deer’s brain and had only seen the aftermath, you would’ve thought she had stuffed down a couple of pomegranates. Your derailing train of thought gets cut off when you see Lottie standing up, her mouth a bloody mess, her eyes feral and wild. You gulp, involuntarily shivering when she starts walking closer to you. “Lot, hey–” you shake your head, trying to stop her, when she grabs the back of your head, her fingers digging into your scalp. You gasp, seeing a flash from your dream come back to you. Your breathing starts speeding up, and your pulse gets louder in your ears. You felt that frozen feeling you also felt in your dream, like your legs were glued to the ground, and your vocal cords couldn’t move. Lottie moves her face closer, and closer. Her gaze was intense, but not there. She didn’t look… present.

Suddenly, her lips are on yours. Your eyes shut out of instinct. You didn’t know if you liked this or not. On the one hand, this was Lottie. You’ve had a crush on her for a year and a half. On the other hand, she was a feral monster. She pushed the brain matter she was eating into your mouth, not waiting for your permission to enter your mouth. Her tongue explores the roof of your mouth, pushing the blood and all of the gross, mushy parts of the brain toward your throat. You got to gag, when she grabs your jaw with both hands. She was panting, like a rabid dog. She hadn’t closed her eyes for the ‘kiss’, she instead kept them wide open, looking into your eyes. Hungrily. 

Lottie’s fingers move down to the sides of your neck. She starts using her thumbs, rubbing in a downward motion. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, like she was a professional masseuse. She seemed to be trying to push the upcoming vomit down your throat, so it didn’t escape out of your mouth. Which… was strangely caring and sweet. 

Your eyes kept fluttering, debating if they should keep themselves shut or wide open. You were getting dizzy, your hands grabbing at Lottie’s arms and dress so you could keep your balance. With your vision getting more and more blurred, the combination of the kiss, the mix of emotions, and the gross taste of blood and brain matter on your tongue, you kept getting flashing images from your dream. She had the same wild look, and you felt the same trapped feeling. Lottie suddenly pulls away, letting out a gasp. She takes in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She stumbles back, almost tripping on the deer carcass, and she raises her arm to wipe away the blood. Seeing the gesture, you also bring your arm up, wiping the blood she smeared on your mouth. Lottie stared at you, wide-eyed. She looked… human again. She takes a few stumbling steps towards you, and she suddenly loses strength in her legs, almost falling to the ground, but you manage to catch her by her arms. You pull her up, holding her close. “Oh my god– Lot, are you okay?!” you breathlessly say, trying to look at her face. 

Her messy, tangled dark hair was covering her features, the lack of good lighting and the mess of blood and mass make it difficult to see her expression. After a moment of tense silence, she turns her head to look up at you, strands of her hair sticking to her face from the sweat that adorned her face. “I saw– I saw It. I saw It.” 

“'It'-?” you scoff, trying to understand her quiet mumbles, “What is- what is ‘It’?”. Lottie shakes her head, frantic yet strangely calm at the same time. She tries to hold herself up, but she still has to hold onto you. “You’ll see soon.”

[boopiemadz]

Travis Martinez x Reader

- Spring’s Rebirth -

(PT.2)

{ Fem reader, Angst, Suggestive themes, TW: SA, Death }

Travis’s eyes widen in surprise as you hand him the scissors, a brief look of disbelief crossing his face. His fingers wrap around the cool metal, and he glances between you and the scissors, trying to gauge if you’re serious.

"You want me to cut your hair? Really?" His voice carries a slight note of disbelief.

You meet his gaze, the mischievous glint in your eyes a dead giveaway that you’re not joking. You give him a small nod, then settle yourself between his legs, a smile tugging at your lips. It feels strange but exhilarating to trust him with something so small and intimate.

Travis hesitates for a moment, his gaze flicking to the scissors and back to your face. Then, he lets out a quiet, nervous laugh, clearly trying to steady himself.

"Alright," he says after a beat, shifting his weight slightly as he positions himself more comfortably. "Let’s do this."

You hand him the scissors, your fingers brushing briefly against his in the exchange. There’s a spark of something between you, almost electric, but neither of you acknowledges it aloud. Instead, he takes a deep breath, his hands steadying as he runs his fingers through your hair. He seems to take a moment, examining the length and texture, before glancing back at you.

"Chin length. Layers. And… bangs," you say, your voice light, but there’s a hint of trust in it. It’s almost as though, in this moment, cutting your hair feels like a symbol of how much you trust him now, how much you've come to rely on him, even when things are messy.

His fingers brush against your scalp as he gathers a lock of your hair. It’s soft, the strands slipping between his fingers, and you can see his eyes flicker with concentration. He glances down at the scissors in his hand, his brow furrowing as he begins to carefully snip the first piece of hair.

The sound of the scissors snipping is sharp and oddly comforting, filling the quiet air between you. He works in a slow, deliberate rhythm, occasionally pausing to make sure he hasn’t cut too much or missed a spot. Each snip feels like it carries a weight, a small shift in the invisible distance between you both. You close your eyes for a moment, trusting him entirely as his hands move through your hair, cutting and shaping it with tentative precision.

Every now and then, you feel his fingers brush against your skin as he adjusts the angle of the cut or inspects his work. His touch is gentle, his hands slightly unsure at times but always careful. It’s oddly intimate in the best way, the quiet moments building a connection that words don’t seem to do justice.

He moves around you with the scissors, his posture shifting as he tries to get the layers just right. His focus is intense, and as he works, you can see a flash of concentration in his eyes, as though he wants to make sure it’s perfect. You can’t help but notice the way his jaw tightens slightly as he inspects each strand.

"Almost done," Travis says quietly, his voice low, almost apologetic, as if he’s not sure if you’ll like the end result.

You reach up to touch your hair, feeling the lighter weight of it. There’s something refreshing about this small change, a reflection of the way your relationship with Travis has changed. He’s no longer the guy you used to dismiss, the guy who rubbed you the wrong way. Now, he’s… someone you’ve come to trust, someone who knows your worst parts and still sticks around.

“There. All done,” he says, his voice a little breathless as he sets the scissors down. He runs his fingers through your hair once more, smoothing out the stray bits and checking his work. You feel him lean back, his body relax as he watches you, waiting for your reaction.

You grab the scissors, holding them up to check out your new cut as best as you can. As you look at your reflection, your lips curl into a grin, and you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The cut is perfect—exactly what you wanted. You turn to him with a smile that’s full of surprise and gratitude.

“You didn’t make me look like a fucking idiot. I love it.”

Travis snorts out a laugh, his face lighting up with that familiar, playful smirk. He looks almost too pleased with himself as he crosses his arms over his chest. His pride is evident, but he keeps up the act, pretending to be insulted.

“Of course I didn’t. I’m a genius at everything I do.”

You both share a moment of quiet amusement. Both of you stand up brushing the now fallen stands of hair off your clothes. He’s proud of himself, not just because of the haircut, but because, in some strange way, this moment feels like a milestone in the both of you. A small step towards something better, something more real.

Without thinking, you throw yourself at him, giving him a big, tight hug. It’s sudden, but it feels like the right thing to do. The force of the hug causes him to stumble back a step, but he quickly steadies himself, wrapping his arms around you in return. His arms pull you in close, and you feel the warmth of his body against yours, the soft thrum of his heartbeat that matches your own.

"Woah, easy there," he murmurs with a quiet chuckle, his voice full of affection as you pull back, your faces only inches apart.

You give him a soft smile, your heart full of unexpected warmth.

“Thank you,” you say, the words simple but heavy with meaning. “Today’s been… one of the best ones.”

Travis rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly unsure of how to respond to such genuine praise. He glances away for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly against his thighs as he tries to compose himself.

“Yeah. Today was… nice,” he says after a moment, his voice soft, almost thoughtful. “It was good.”

There’s a strange vulnerability in his tone that makes your chest tighten. You hadn’t realized how much he might be feeling in this moment too, how much today had meant for him. There’s something raw about the way his words hang in the air, unguarded and real.

“What would be the first thing you did if we were back at home? We We never really answered that.”

Travis grins, clearly enjoying the playful banter. He leans back, crossing his arms, and looks up at the sky for a moment as though contemplating the grand answer to such a deep question.

"The first thing?" he says slowly, dragging out the words. "Hmm, let me think."

He strokes his chin in mock deep thought before snapping his fingers in a dramatic flourish. "Probably take the longest, hottest shower of my life. Maybe two."

You burst into laughter, shaking your head at his exaggeration. “Okay, fair. I’d probably do the same.”

You take a step closer, almost mirroring his playful stance, your voice a little quieter but still full of amusement. "Hmm… second thing? You better make it good."

Travis leans in slightly, his eyes darkening with a mischievous gleam as he lowers his voice. “Second thing…” He lets his words linger, his hand gently brushing your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’d probably gorge myself on a massive, greasy pizza. Like… the biggest one I can find. You with me on that?”

You laugh again, rolling your eyes with a playful sigh. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit, that sounds perfect. But what’s third?”

His gaze locks onto yours, the light teasing in his eyes deepening into something more intense. His hand drifts to your waist, fingers brushing your skin as he steps closer, closing the distance between you. His thumb gently runs along your side, and you feel that familiar spark between you both.

"Third thing…" His voice drops to a whisper, low and intimate. “I’d take you out on a proper date.”

Your heart skips a beat, the words hanging in the air between you both. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest. “We can’t have one out here?” You tease, the sincerity of the moment underscoring your playful words.

Travis laughs, shaking his head as he steps closer, bringing your faces inches apart. His breath is warm on your skin as his hand moves to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. He gives you that intense, focused look, his gaze never wavering from yours.

“I don’t think the middle of the woods with dirt and squirrels counts as a proper date location.”

You both share a small, quiet laugh at the absurdity of it, but something shifts in his expression. He steps even closer, the air thick with an unspoken tension.

“But,” he murmurs, voice softer now, his hand slipping down to your waist, pulling you closer. "I suppose I can improvise."

The space between you narrows, and you feel his breath mingle with yours. Your pulse quickens, and for a moment, you both just stand there, caught in the anticipation. Without a word, Travis leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours, hesitant but full of intent. The kiss is gentle, almost shy, but it sends a rush of warmth through you.

His lips move slowly, but with a newfound certainty. You’re both in sync, and for that brief moment, it feels like everything else fades away—the chaos, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it.

When the kiss finally breaks, you remain close, eyes closed for a moment as you absorb the intensity of what just happened. You can feel his presence, hear the quiet thrum of his heartbeat.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” you ask, the smile tugging at your lips as you open them slowly, your voice filled with warmth.

Travis chuckles softly, a small, breathless sound escaping him. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and meets your gaze, his eyes soft. “Yeah, you can open them.”

When you do, there’s a slight laugh that escapes your lips, and you wipe your lips teasingly. “Who knew the jerky, trauma-filled boy and the overthinking, equally traumatized girl would somehow find a way to make this situation turn romantic?”

Travis snorts, shaking his head as his lips curl into an amused grin. “Yeah, who would've thought?”

His hand rests gently on your waist as he pulls you just a little closer, his voice quieter now, the teasing edge gone. “I’ve never met someone who could make even the shittiest situations enjoyable.”

You smile, your heart full of affection as you look up at him, your fingers tracing the lines of his shirt. “I don’t think I realized how much I liked you until recently.”

He raises an eyebrow, his grin widening. “You used to hate me, didn’t you?”

You laugh, the sound light and warm. “I used to hate you. Then I was indifferent. Then I cared for you. Then we became close… and today, I think I realized that whole time, I was just dodging what I really felt.”

Travis chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I wasn’t exactly your biggest fan back in the day. And let’s be real, I was pretty insufferable.”

He takes a small step closer, closing the distance between you again. His fingers lightly graze your waist as he meets your gaze, a quieter, more vulnerable expression on his face.

“But somehow, you still put up with me.”

He brushes a few stray hairs behind your ear, his gaze lingering on your face as the moment feels heavy with everything unspoken.

“And today…” he trails off, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Today, I think I finally realized just how much this whole thing meant to me.”

The words feel like a soft confession, full of weight and sincerity. You can’t help but feel the same. The past few days, the quiet moments, the laughter… they’ve all brought you to this point.

You smile at him, a sly grin creeping onto your lips as you meet his gaze, your fingers brushing lightly against his. “So, what’s the date?” you tease, already knowing the answer.

He grins, a playful glint in his eyes. “Well, I know we can’t go on a real one, but… what about a makeshift one? Until we get back home, then we can go on a real one.”

Travis rubs his chin, pretending to consider the idea. “Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll bring some… I don’t know, maybe flowers? You know, to make it extra special.”

You laugh softly, the world around you fading away, replaced by the warmth of this moment. It may not be the world’s most conventional date, but somehow, it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. And for once, you feel at peace with everything.

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A/N:

Hey! Hope your enjoying, there will be more coming up Im just configuring the story into multiple parts. Please comment and reblog it would mean so much to me! I love you Travis lovers we stick together.

[nymphaiofmoros]

hey all, not super motivated to write recently but i really want to post something on here. here are some upcoming oneshots to look out for!

lottie matthews x fem!reader Televangelism; after having a strange dream about Lottie, you go to her for guidance and explanation. She advises you that the dream might be a prophecy, and that you need to recreate it with her.

travis martinez x fem!reader Domestic; you and Travis kept a connection after being rescued. You promised each other in the wilderness that you would move in together when you got back home, start a better life, get therapy. And 25 years later, you did just that. Living in the countryside and owning a farm, the two of you live a quiet life, trying to forget your morbid past.

travis martinez x fem!reader The Hunter and The Stag; being stuck in the middle of the Canadian wilderness seems to have brought something out of you, something primal. After killing a deer with your bare hands – choking it– due to your extreme hunger, you realise you might be more sadistic than you think. In more ways than one.

[nymphaiofmoros]

TRAVIS MARTINEZ headcanons

x reader .ᐟ

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⸙ - Travis doesn’t actually have many friends back home. Due to his many family problems, he has learned to be independent and alone. Most of the time, he either hangs out alone, or with you.

⸙ - Travis is very inexperienced. Like VERY inexperienced. When the two of you kissed for the first time, he literally stood still. You had to teach him how to do everything, and although he was super embarrassed, he felt safe with you. He knew you wouldn’t make fun of him.

⸙ - Travis is a very jealous person. He tries to hide it but it always slips out. He doesn’t want you to view him as controlling, or possessive, or insecure. But you can always notice when he gets like that. If he sees someone getting a little too close and friendly, he’ll squeeze your hand, gently enough to not hurt you – but hard enough for you to feel it and acknowledge his presence. Then he will ‘death stare’ at the person with absolutely zero shame. And – of course – if the person that’s talking to you tries to talk to him too, he will reply with a sarcastic, sassy comeback like the diva he is.

⸙ - When you get home after a ‘jealousy incident’ as you call it, he’ll act like a grumpy cat, keeping his head down and grumbling short responses. Even though he looks mad at you, he still follows you around the house like a lost puppy. After probably an hour of this, he’ll finally break and start getting affectionate again. Then he will start asking ‘if you still like him’, or ‘if he did anything wrong’. You always reassure him, and that makes him feel safe. His jealousy issue isn’t actually because he doesn’t trust you – he fully trusts you, he just doesn’t like it when other people view you in a similar way he does. You’re special to him, and he wants you to know that no one else cherishes you truly like he does. That’s why he tries so hard to better himself – to make you and himself proud of the person he has become after all of his trauma. 

⸙ - Travis isn’t a confrontational person – at all. But when it comes to you, he tries his hardest to defend you. Especially in the wilderness, he’d make sure you never, ever got hurt. He’d rather eat his own damn arm than kill and eat you. That was his limit – even if he was starving, he was never, ever going to eat you.

⸙ - His favourite spots to be touched are his back – especially if you’re scratching him –, the back of his neck, his hair and scalp (getting petted, playing with his hair, massaging his scalp with your nails), and his arms.

⸙ - He’s always tense, which is why he absolutely adores massages. Not in a sexual way – he just loves having your arms all over his back, releasing all of the tension he had stored up in there. After a massage he’s always limp, just laying there on the bed, on his stomach, groaning like he’s just been shot. Whenever you tell him he’s being dramatic, he always shoots back with a quick, light-hearted “Shut up!”.

⸙ - One of his first gifts for you as an official couple was a cassette tape with a bunch of songs that reminded him of you. He had spent weeks rethinking each song and tweaking the playlist, wanting everything down to the lyrics to be accurate to how he feels and thinks of you. 

⸙ - He loves gossip. Whenever you’re gossiping with your girl friends, he’s always nearby, pretending to be doing something while he’s listening in. He lives for the drama, although he pretends that he’s not interested. After your friends live, he’ll try to ask for more information (without you catching on that he was listening in), although you can always clock him. Now, whenever your friends come around, you all invite him to listen to the new hot cup of tea.

⸙ - He's awkward as hellll when it comes to flirting, or any type of suggestive talk. He tried his hardest, truly, bless his heart, but he's just... bad at it. He always just lets you do all the talking, while he stands there and nervously chuckles.

that's all,,,, for now ;).

[nymphaiofmoros]

Doomcoming (But Without The Shrooms) PART 1

female!reader x travis martinez

word count; 1,654 words.

𓂃🖊 summary; Travis and Y/N's relationship was… complicated, to say the least. After an argument, the two’s “relationship” had technically ended. Although, when Travis danced with Jackie at the made-up Homecoming party, tensions began to arise again.

beware; angst, then comfort, lots of cute javi interactions, kind of bitchy reader, teen girl edginess, multi-part oneshot cuz i yap.

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a/n; i'll be honest, i haven't written a fan fic in a loooong time, so excuse the shitty writing. also, i am warning y'all this part is kinda boring, but i swear it'll pick up on part 2 🙏 reblogs and notes are very very appreciated!

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 You weren’t fond of the ‘Doomcoming’ idea. I mean, your friend, Laura Lee, had just died, hunger was starting to be overbearing, and the girls were thinking about a damn party? But alas, democracy wins. You rummage through your suitcase, which was now teared up from the crash. Under the layers of clothes, underwear, and other miscellaneous items which you didn’t actually need, you find the dress you had packed for the award ceremony. ‘Well,’ you sigh, ‘I’m not going to wear this at the ceremony…’ you mutter under your breath, still pretty damn salty about that. You take the dress out, a black slip dress that reaches down to your calf. You rub your thumb against the fabric, it was silky and soft, as it was from the 80s. Your mother wore that dress to her highschool prom. She’d kill you if you even let a single drop of food fall down on the dress. But she wasn’t here now.

You get dressed, do your makeup with the little products you brought with you. As you drag the tip of your dark red lipstick against your bottom lip, focusing hard on the small, slightly dirty mirror in front of you, your focus drifts to a shadowy object behind you. In the mirror, you could see a silhouette just a small distance away from your door. Focusing on the object, you realise it was indeed Travis. You huff under your breath. His arms were tightly crossed over his chest, and you could practically see the tension in his clenched jaw. He squints his eyes, realising you could see him, and walks off, pretending that he wasn’t watching you. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. He was such a child. 

You walk out of the cabin, helping support Coach Ben with your arm wrapped around his bicep. “I’m not the only one who thinks this is kind of stupid, right?” you ask, turning to face Ben, a smirk curling on your lips. Coach laughed lightly, something he hadn’t done in a long time. Even his laugh sounded tired, and you couldn’t blame him. “Well, if it makes you kids happy.” he says, his voice having an undertone of rasp in it. His smile faltered slightly, and the both of you fell quiet, as you reached the area that the ‘party’ was taking place in. 

From a distance, it looked like a weird-cultish-ancient-ceremony type of thing. Everyone was dressed up in their formal wear, and with weird accessories on their heads, like deer antlers or masks. Approaching the ‘party’, the Yellowjackets started cheering, both your name and Coach Ben’s. Ben gave a tired smile and nod, raising his hand in appreciation of all the excitement. You chuckled a little, not sure how or why they all had this much energy and optimism. Searching through the crowd, your mood gets ruined once again. Behind the crowd of Yellowjackets chatting and drinking rotten berries, you could see Jackie, standing a little too close to Travis. She was clearly trying to get his attention, giving him the ‘eyes’. Travis didn’t bother looking at her, he held the rotten berry drink in his left hand, his body mostly faced away from her. Jackie played with her hair, her dress was a pretty pastel yellow dress. You could see it in her face, she was getting frustrated with him not reciprocating. Travis, on the other hand, was looking through the crowd, looking for something specific. He wore a dark green button-up, rolled up his forearm. His searching gaze and restless body language comes to a stop once he locks eyes with you. He just stares, in that dumb, ‘deer in the headlights’ look that was always hard-to-read. You give him a hard look, not looking too impressed with the scene in front of you. As you continue to stare at Travis, your gaze unwavering, you down your drink. The bitter taste of the rotten berries was definitely not enjoyable, but it distracted your brain from the view in front of you. The berry juice trickled down your chin, and you wipe it away with your forearm. You decide to ignore him.

You two were done, it didn’t work out, it will never work out. The whole relationship started just because of teenage hormones – or at least, that’s what you tell yourself. You take Coach Ben and go sit down at a log, where you spot Javi, sitting alone. That makes you frown. You always had a soft spot for the kid, often slipping him money whenever Coach Martinez brought him to practice. He was a good kid, which only made you more upset at how Travis had been treating him. The entire team had been neglecting Javi, and you tried your hardest every time to include him in the chores, chat with him, and keep him company. “Hey Javi” you smile, sitting down next to him, as Coach Ben sits down next to you, starting to sip his drink. “Lookin’ handsome.” you chuckle, ruffling Javi’s hair gently. Javi laughs, trying to swat your hand away, although obviously he didn’t mind it, continuing to giggle. You smirk proudly, and stop ruining his hair, pulling your hand away as Javi tries to slick it back. “Thank you…” the boy mutters quietly, looking a little shy, which makes you melt. He was too cute. “Aww, you’re welcome buddy.” your gaze goes down to his tie. It was messily tied, so you reached out, starting to fix it up and tie it. “Jeez, did your brother not help you tie your tie?” you ask, pretty annoyed. Javi’s cheeks redden, and he watches you fix his tie, looking embarrassed. “He showed me how to do it, but I forgot…” he mumbles, making you frown again. You take a deep breath, holding yourself back from cussing Travis out in front of the kid. You simply nod, finishing up his tie, then brushing his button-up shirt, which didn’t look ironed, with your palms. “Well, your brother is a loser anyway. Don’t listen to him, alright? You’re much cooler than him.” you say with a smile, trying to cheer the boy up. It works, and Javi’s face lights up, just slightly. You could see a little glimmer in his eyes, which bunched up as he smiled. Your lips curl up a little more, seeing him happy. You pat Javi’s shoulders, “Hey, you wanna go fill my cup for me, buddy?” you gently ask, as Javi nods, quickly taking the cup from you and getting up to go grab some more berry juice. You smile proudly, watching Javi walk away, then turning to Coach Ben. He gives you a faint smile and nod. “Javi’s a good kid,” he starts, “and I can’t imagine what he has been through.” he ends, letting out a sorrowful sigh. You nod, your lips pressing together, letting a hum in agreement.

Your eyes grazed the crowd, the energy was still high. Due to the lack of a DJ, the girls decided to acapella the music, which admittedly looked ridiculous. Suddenly, your ears catch Jackie’s voice yelling “Hey, what about a slow song, guys?!”. Your stomach drops, of course she would ask for that. She wanted to slow dance with Travis, of course. Of-fucking-course. You held back the amount of adjectives you wanted to call her at the moment, trying to remind yourself that you and Travis were no-more. Javi comes back, sitting next to you and giving you the drink with a little smile on his lips. You unconsciously take the cup of juice, your gaze focused on Jackie and Travis in front of you. You were almost zoned out. Everything else was blurred, and the only clear objects in your peripheral were Travis and Jackie. Jackie pulls Travis in the middle, as the rest of the girls also start dancing, everyone divided into couples. Jackie smiles and giggles and flutters her eyelashes at the tan, dark haired boy, as she grabs his hand and makes him twirl her around. Your hand automatically brings the cup up to your lips, taking a long sip of the drink, almost drowning it. The bitter taste hits your taste buds repeatedly, but that was the least of your concern. Watching the two twirl around, dancing close left a much, much more bitter taste in your mouth. The only thing that brought you a smidge of comfort was Travis’ expression. It was blank, numb. Like he was going along with this out of obligation. That didn’t really make you feel much better, but at least he wasn’t excited. A part of you, an admittedly toxic part of you that produced those type of thoughts you only kept to yourself, didn’t want him to be happy. At least with everyone but you. 

Javi looks at you, expecting another tease or joke that you always told him, and it always cheered him up. He notices you were staring at something. His curious, innocent eyes follow your gaze, his mouth instantly curling downwards into a frown as he notices you were looking at his brother. He quickly looks down, fiddling with his hands. Javi was a kid, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that you and Travis had a connection, but you had stopped speaking for a few weeks. He noticed those things, but never spoke up. And he sure as hell noticed Jackie’s flirting. Javi’s lips twitched, looking almost upset. “I don’t like that girl.” he grumbles, his gaze stuck to the ground. You snap out of your trance, quickly looking at Javi. “What girl? Jackie?” you softly ask, trying not to be too obvious as you gesture towards the girl with the light brown hair and pale yellow dress. Javi nods and hums in affirmation. You sigh, taking one last gulp of the drink. “Me neither.” you grunt, the words feeling just as bitter as the rotten berry taste on your tongue.

[fatherjohnmisty]

I WOULD HAVE DONE TONS OF COCAINE WITH YOU, AND KEPT YOU ALIVE FOREVER.

[venustapolis]

Mythological scenery with nymphs in golden light among classical temples in a mountainous region (Arcadia) (William Etty, 1787 - 1849)

[lornemalvo]