Imagine You Had Sex With Your Fine As Fuck Girlfriend And It Activated Your Sleeper Agent Blood Thirsty

YOU’RE A DOLL, YOU’RE FLAWLESS!

000. PREVIEW.

001. NEW DOLL―NEW GIRL, I MEANT NEW GIRL!

002. JULES?

003. BUT.. WHY?

004. FUCKING SLUT!

005.  THE BOY IS MINE.

006. ALWAYS FOREVER.

when the fic was so good, you just sit and wish it was you there rn….

He can I request dialogue 2 with Travis where reader is getting all sappy and shit when they settle into the cabin

🧡Cabin Fever - Travis Martinez x fem!Reader🧡

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Summary: a quiet conversation at the lake...

Warnings: Convo about Periods, hurt + comfort

Word Count: 1,122

A/N: Hello Loves! I know a handful of you have wanted this, so here he is! Travis is actually a lot harder than I anticipated to write, but that could be because I'm not the greatest at writing men/boys. This turned out a lot angstier than intended, but I think we can all appreciate quality hurt/comfort now and then. Unfortunately though, pretty much all of my Travis requests have quite a hefty amount of angst in them. But that's all I'll say, so As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

Travis Martinez Tag List: @candylandy8173 @elliesjoints @nebulaemo

Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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It had only been a week, maybe more or less, and you were sick of the cabin. It had quickly grown overcrowded and overstimulating, so you now found every opportunity you could to leave and be outside for as long as possible. It had become commonplace for you to wander all day and not come back till nightfall. Today, however, you'd found some peace at the lake. It started as a trip to get more water for back at the cabin, only to turn into an impromptu bath and swim. You'd grown desperate for some semblance of feeling clean again. But now you'd finished and were drying off on the shore.

“You’ve been gone all day,” a rough voice said behind you, though you didn’t turn. You only shrugged, arms wrapped around your knees as the waterline lapped at the rocky terrain under you and your toes. You hadn’t felt like putting your shoes back on just yet.

“It's getting crowded over there. I need to clear my head sometimes” you mumbled, eyes transfixed on a particularly shiny stone near your feet. Travis didn’t sit beside you, choosing to stand with his hands in his pockets.

“Mind bringing me along when you get away next time?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Is all the period talk getting to be too much for you?” you looked up at him, tilting your head and covering your eyes with your hand to keep the sun away. You were starting to regret not bringing those sunglasses your mother suggested.

“What, you on it too?” he griped. After a pause, you let out a snorting laugh at him. It had your stomach churning and you had to lie down on your back, arm covering your eyes as you grinned.

“Hey, better get used to it, T-man. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a minute before we get out of here,” you heard the stones beside you shuffle as he took a seat.

“I don’t hope that’s not the case,” he mumbled. You peeked out from under your arm to get a good look at him. He looked tired and out of it. You knew Travis well. You used to play little league soccer together when you were 6. His dad had been the coach then too. Honestly, that had been the only reason you played soccer now in high school. You lost some of that relationship with him over time. It was strange, his sudden interest in you. You always thought he kind of resented you for whatever reason. He’d grown up a lot though, you noted.

“Why? Can't stand being the only man with a bunch of women? Isn't that like, every guy's dream?” you hummed, covering your eyes again. You heard him scoff and shuffle his feet on the rocks.

“Yeah, maybe, but they haven't considered what comes with being around a bunch of girls,”

“What? Travis can’t handle a little girl talk?” you teased. He sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath.

“Maybe not constant girl talk, no,” you chuckled at that some and decided to sit up again. “is that why you always leave?”

“What? Because of girl talk?” he nodded. You shook your head. “No, I'm used to it. It's just locker room stuff at this point,” Travis wrinkled his nose and grimaced.

“You talk about your periods and stuff together?” he seemed quite surprised. Your brows raised and you nodded.

“I mean, what did you think we talked about?” you could see the formings of an embarrassed blush heat the apples of his cheeks.

“I dunno, I thought you talked about boys or something. Like magazines maybe, I dunno,” you began to laugh again.

“I mean, sure, we do, but that's not all we talk about,” he continued to frown and looked away, piercing his lips.

“Whatever. I just didn’t think I’d have to hear so much about it,” he grumbled. You laughed again, looking out onto the lake with a lackluster smile.

“You sound like your dad, you know that?” you said without putting any thought behind it. Upon realizing you felt yourself cringe, sucking in a breath between your teeth. You expected Travis to throw himself into a rage, scream at you to shut the fuck up, and not mention his father, now dead a buried by the crash sight which felt long forgotten by now. But he didn’t. He stayed quiet, staring down at his shoes with a crease in his brow and a frown on his lips.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” was all he managed to say through fumbling teeth. You began to apologize but he shook his head, his eyes turning up and looking at you. “Don’t. It’s fine,” his voice faltered, letting you know that it wasn’t fine. But you weren't going to press any more than you had already. He went quiet again and you chewed at your lip.

“You know, he was a pretty shit dad,” he said eventually, his eyes transfixed on the open air of the lake. You watched, keeping your words to yourself. “I’m pretty sure he was cheating on my mom or something. I don’t know though. He wouldn’t fess up to me and no one told me what was happening,” he took a long sniff in, his lip twitching.

“I used to wish he’d just leave. Maybe then Mom would be happy. But now he’s gone, and I just-” he trailed off shaking his head with parted lips. He didn’t go on from there and you couldn't find any words, so you did the only thing you could think of and reached out, your fingertips brushing over his spin. He jumped and you hesitated, but when he looked up to meet your gaze, tears forming in his eyes with a quivering lip you couldn’t help the way your gaze softened.

You reached out your other hand, brushing your fingers over his cheek as you moved forward, hesitantly enveloping him in your arms. His nose and face found the crook where your neck met your shoulder as one of your arms snaked around his shoulder while the other slipped to cradle the back of his neck. He began to quiver in your arms. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist, squeezing tight for as much support as he could get from you. You felt tears run down your shoulder, wetting your shirt as he sniffled and cried. Your fingertips tangled in his growing hair and you breathed him in as tears sting your eyes now.

“It’s gonna be ok…” was all you could muster. If you believed that or not, you didn't know, but it was what you both needed, even if it was only for a moment.

we make fun of the '96 yellowjackets for letting lottie make all their decisions for them but it's been so long since s1 i think we forgot about the bear. like if i woke up from a nonconsensual group hallucinatory drug trip with the knowledge that winter is coming and we're most likely gonna freeze and starve to death and then the girl who'd earlier started rapidly speaking a language she wasn't fluent in walked outside and a fucking bear came out of the woods and kneeled before her and she killed it with a knife then YEAH i think i would be doing whatever the hell she wanted

Were they ever really that different?

ever since that first bite of cookie dough as a kid i always knew raw was better

You asked for Matt Murdock requests—I’m here to request anything really fluffy. Maybe Matt and the reader being cozy in his apartment during a snow storm? I love seeing Matt all bundled up in sweatpants and socks and hoodies. Wanna wrap that man up in a blanket and kiss his forehead 😌🙏🏼

ouuuuu gurllll i love this sm already !!! definitely writing this !! thank u smmm for the request <333

update: its posted here!

this season being deemed as the most violent by the writers and the cast and this season also being the one where i can finally see the adult yellowjackets in their teen counterparts is so heartbreaking and such incredible acting and story telling

like the Lottie who intiated the hunt at the end of season 2? i couldn't recognize her she was in a coma when they hunted Nat and butchered Javi she was cutting her own finger to protect the others she was taking the punches to keep the peace she was meditating her psychosis away she was such a pacifist she didn't want any violence how could she grow to believe killing someone is the solution? Season 3 Lottie who has had all the atrocities of season 2 pushed on her blamed on her who's growing more and more unstable with trauma after trauma on an already ill mind who sees intruders who might hurt her loved ones and immediately buries an axe in their heads and giggles at a job well done? yeah that's adult Lottie, that smile at the face of violence, that girly little giggle, that awe at the blood, that joy while everyone stands there horrified, that was adult Lottie in the season 2 finale, that's teen Lottie now in season 3

i could see Nat's fashion choices and music taste, "superficial" things, but after she let a child die for her, ate him, made herself lead people when she doesn't know shit herself and finally, finally killed Ben, a man she loved and respected and associated with human kindness and decency, things she will never feel towards herself again, the way her voice deepened as if she went permanently hoarse from crying, that nonchalent gangly almost limp walk, as if she's completely dissociated from her body, the walls of agressivity and indifference she put up and never lets down again, that's Adult Nat

Shauna going through all stages of grief over and over and over and over again until she settles on anger because it's the only stage that makes her feel alive, who laughs when she sees a man's brains leaking on the dirt, yeah i finally see Adult Shauna