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introducing:

wilderness!travis martinez x wilderness matthews!reader

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masterlist! tags: ୨ৎ - fluff ♡ - blurbs ♪ - smut ❀ - headcannons

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thats it so far!

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kevin and alexa do you need a third by chance 🙏😓

Call me the pit the way I want her inside me

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introducing:

teenage dirtbag!travis martinez

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masterlist! tags: ୨ৎ - fluff ♡ - blurbs ♪ - smut ❀ - headcannons

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that’s it so far!

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introducing:

modern childhood bestfriend!travis martinez

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masterlist! tags: ୨ৎ - fluff ♡ - blurbs ♪ - smut ❀ - headcannons

▌ travis' start of his love for instagram ♪ ♡

thats it so far!

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thinking about being a young farmhand for older travis…

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these clips did something to me and I’m not afraid to say it

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is this a safe space to say i don’t like the way the yi fandom on tiktok or twitter (or the writers if we wanna get into it) treats travis… like it’s not even a bias thing or anything, they just cut him out of everything wilderness and act like he’s the most horrible character ever 😭

like i saw some tiktok about ranking characters deaths based on how upset they were and travis wasn’t even on there. it’s not just because im a dick rider or anything it’s just… bro he’s an important character he SHOULD be talked about whether you like him or not

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stagtears my loves 😕😞

Stagtears 4 eva·.༄࿔

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guys i’m coming out as the person that thought up the antler queen travis and lottie’s younger sister trope…

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modern bsf!travis would be best friends with instagram.

not for any stupid reason, obviously. none of that performative fake bullshit from everyone else. in fact, travis’s account would be empty, a few followers and zero pictures up, never post stories, all that.

if it wasn’t for you.

no, you - being his best friend and all, always made sure that you took pictures of the two of you hanging out, you’d send them to him and then the next time you two hung out, you’d take his phone and post them. you liked him having a presence online (even if he hated it), to be able to see how people reacted to the two of you because, if we’re being honest, you were the popular one in the friendship.

travis genuinely hated instagram at first. he couldn’t stand the way everyone else on your friends list posted so often, so performative and planned, just… fake. he never opened the app except when you sent him something or asked him to check out what you posted. except he only liked you on there, how he knew what you posted was real, that you posted anything later because you liked the pictures and wanted to share your life. it was okay when you did it.

then, out of a moment of pure embarrassment, travis got desperate one night.

it was the summer, already annoyingly hot in his stuffy room and for some reason, he was just so hard in his pajama pants. maybe it was because his face was already flushed, that he hadn’t jerked off for a bit, something. he also remembered that earlier that day you’d asked him to check instagram, most likely something on your story or a few pictures you’d posted - travis figured the latter.

honestly, he was half tempted to open twitter instead (another app he hated. except for the fact watching porn on there was a lot less embarrassing than looking up a website). it was right next to instagram on his phone and he knew he needed to just get rid of the ache in his cock. but, he loved you too much to ignore you for that long, so he found himself hitting the stupid pink and colorful icon instead.

it would just be two seconds, he told himself, like whatever she posted without checking and go to twitter after.

except it wasn’t. because just his luck, you had gone to jackie’s house earlier that day because she had a pool in her backyard, ended up hanging out with her and shauna all day. which also meant, you were in a bikini.

travis vaguely remembers a facetime call a month ago where you showed him that you bought a few bikini’s. he didn’t pay much attention, now he wish he had.

he wasn’t an idiot. he knew his best friend was hot, insanely so actually. which is also why he felt so guilty for the feeling in his gut that happened as soon as he went to your account.

jesus christ, she was trying to kill him.

because with all the love in his heart for his best friend, travis could really only describe the bikini you were wearing as slutty and a terrible choice.

it was cute, yeah, but also insanely small. your tits were practically spilling out of the top, the bottoms were literal strings on your hips, tied together in a flimsy bow that looked like it could be undone with one tug.

his free hand automatically slipped down to his pants. he knew he should probably feel guilty, that you was his best friend since you two were kids, but he was also an overly hormonal high school guy and you were hot as fuck.

he found himself in a routine after that, actually. hence, his newfound love for instagram. it flipped pretty quick for him, once he got over his guilt of the fact he quite literally stopped watching porn to jack off to his best friend’s instagram pictures, he found his hand automatically making its way to your account whenever he felt that same ache in his gut.

from then, he’d find himself with his phone propped up, his face smushed against his pillow to muffle himself as his hand worked over his aching cock. he’d be half rutting against his blankets, half fucking into his hand, just anything that worked. his eyes would be trained onto you the entire time, just hoping that at some point, it’d be your hand, mouth, pussy, just anything of you, he’d take the opportunity.

then, he’d make a mess when he came, his orgasm lasting far longer than they usually used to, smearing cum all over his bare stomach, hand, and blanket. which, he’d feel embarrassed about almost immediately after, red in the face when he grabs a shirt from his hamper to wipe himself off, then trying to clean off his blanket the best he could.

that was the last time, he’d tell himself while cleaning up, she doesn’t know i’m doing this and it’s pervy. i need to quit.

except, he never did. he’d take this secret to his grave if it meant he could keep having orgasms like he did. because shamelessly, they got miles better after he started using your pictures. they felt longer, easier, better, just… more like they were supposed to.

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travis' nose bumping into ur clit as he sloppily tries to give head ohh ur a genius

no because like… it came to me in a dream

first time he did it, he didn’t mean to do it, it just kinda… happened. but this was also the stage of him having no clue what he was doing - aka, pre first time for him, post-first kiss (for like.. months), and he did let you give him a handjob once. but that was only because he was really embarrassed about being hard and just wanted it to go away.

anyways, back to munch travis. the first time he tried going down on you, he didn’t know what the fuck to do so he just kinda laid there waiting for you to tell him what to do. unfortunately for him, he was also in the mindset of not thinking he could do much of anything, plus his embarrassment of dirty talking with a girl.

but, about the third or fourth time he had sort of gotten the hang of how to do it to your liking. he had tried using his fingers once, but it just felt like he was too crowded and pulled his hand away - plus, he didn’t know how to finger worth shit anyways.

so, back to it. he had been wanting to figure out what he could do to actually make you cum from this without having to pull back to use his fingers. because honestly, he had grown to like eating you out, despite his face immediately turning red whenever he started.

he had one of his arms over your hips, keeping you mostly down against his mattress as his other hand played with the frayed edges of your bra to try and not focus too hard and embarrass himself by fumbling. both of your legs were over his shoulders - something, surprisingly, he had done himself just so he could get as close as he physically could to you.

it’s like he was literally trying to hide his face in your pussy every time he did this. which, obviously you weren’t complaining.

his mouth was embarrassingly messy, both with your slick and his spit, but he quite literally did not care. he’d keep going until his sheets were ruined if he could, honestly. he’d close his eyes for the most part, focusing more on the feeling and taste of you to keep from blowing his own load.

no, he’d do that when you were closer, this was about you.

with a sigh, his arm anchors down on you, his hand pawing at your hip and the other grabbing at your breast over your bra as he shoves his face closer into your pussy - which, that’s when it happens.

at first, he didn’t realize it, but when he felt you getting wetter (he still didn’t know if that extra slick was you or his spit, but it seemed like you) he paused for a second, but it really didn’t deter him so he just doubled what he was doing. licking at your slit then pushing his tongue just barely inside of you before dragging it out and over you again, tilting his head up just slightly.

it happened again, and this time you grabbed at his hair with a louder moan than before.

that caused his eyes to blink open, furrowing his eyebrows as his focus trained on your face. “what’s that for?” he asked, his voice muffled by your cunt - which, causes you to tug his hair again. so, he quickly added “sorry” with another sloppy kiss to you.

“keep doing that” you breathe out, picking your head up a little to get a better look at him. at the confusion obnoxiously evident on his face - it’s like he had no clue how good at this he was - you sighed with a shake of your head “the… the nose thing, just keep doing it.”

he didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but the only thing he remembered doing was moving his head. so, he tried it again, and he got the same result.

it took about a minute or so to realize what he was doing. it wasn’t his fault though, he was new to this and honestly, he had forgotten all about your clit. it wasn’t like he tried to or anything, he just… blanked on it - though, you always seemed to guide him there without a word, so that’s probably why.

it also got you to cum embarrassingly fast because the stimulation of the tip of his nose on your clit, plus the messily enthusiastic way he was eating you out with his face just buried in your cunt, it was hard as fuck not to cum easy.

and when travis got over his embarrassment from the talk you two had after, he just started doing it every time when he wanted you to cum. since, sometimes he just goes down on you just to do it because he likes how you taste.

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travis martinez and his fleetwood mac obsessed girlfriend

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cw: a little angst, incredibly minor season 3 spoilers, way too much writing than i planned

travis had met you in his freshman year of high school.

really, he didn't want to meet you; he was required to because you were a yellowjacket - therefore, he had to go to games, and his dad made him meet all the girls.

although, teenage boy mindset and hormones aside, you weren't the worst person to talk to, and he thought you were the prettiest girl on the team. so, naturally, he noticed you more. you two had about four classes together, basically over half of your block schedule for the day. but also, fifteen-year-old travis was still very much a loser, and you seemed pretty popular because of the whole 'athlete' thing you had going.

so, instead of talking to you, he took to noticing things.

like how you always seemed to put effort into your outfits - now, travis couldn't care less about fashion, if we're being serious, but with you? he'll take notice of everything. who you sit with during lunch. what questions you answer in class. is that new nail polish? that's a different hairstyle, it's pretty. hey, you fixed your jersey, so there's no grass stain on the hem of the shorts!

safe to say, travis quickly became obsessed.

and naturally, when he turned sixteen, - he was seven months past his birthday - he developed just enough amount of confidence to finally talk to you. it was in your shared biology class, sixth period, room 209. so, he had the entire day to hype himself up for it.

he still managed to fuck it up.

because still, he was an awkward loser who didn't have many friends, most kids knew him as 'flex' or 'coach martinez's son', and he really didn't have a clue why he thought talking to you, of all girls, would work. you wouldn't want him in any way, shape, or form. he'd be insane to think like that.

except you did. you very much did.

because if we're being honest, travis was the most obvious person in the entire world. he couldn't handle making eye contact that lasted longer than five seconds. god forbid you caught him staring, though, he'd look away, blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears and with a mortified look on his face, attempting to hide his face in his hands and forget all about it. it was endearing, really.

which was why you took pity on the boy and asked him to homecoming that year. he was floored. like, genuinely and utterly confused, embarrassed that you had to be the one to ask, and... relieved.

safe to say, it ended up working out for him, considering after junior year started, you were his girlfriend for over half a year and still very much interested in staying with him.

then, the crash happened.

like any other boyfriend would - and just travis being himself - he stuck by your side the entire time. especially after his dad died. and really, it became a comfort thing for him because not only were you understanding, always giving him time he needed, held him whenever you could (or whenever he needed), you were also ungodly obsessed with fleetwood mac.

he had known that fact. he had known since freshman year, how when you had headphones on with your stupidly cute walkman, it was always something fleetwood mac. how you insisted, after the two of you got together, to always hear at least one song in his car when you drove anywhere. how you had the vinyls and posters plastered on your walls in your bedroom. how you were forever jealous that your parents went to see them in concert before you were born. all of it.

so, when you, - after running out of batteries in your walkman you packed for the trip - started humming a song or silently singing to yourself to dull the silence, travis noticed. and really, he found the habit insanely cute, even if he teased you for it any chance he got.

"are you seriously humming gold dust woman again?" he raised an eyebrow with a grin, reaching to playfully nudge your side from where you sat beside him on the log near the makeshift campfire.

"shut up, it helps," you mumbled back with a shake of your head, crossing your arms and leaning closer to the fire.

the girls picked up on your habit quick, too. honestly, they all missed music too, so they'd encourage it. maybe misty had known strictly the stevie songs, so she'd attempt to sing along with you one time. maybe akilah's older sister had played an album here or there, so she'd try and remember some lyrics to pipe up with once or twice. robin probably knew more than the other girls, so she'd hum with you.

it was nice. nice to have a girl around who tried her best to keep her spirits up in a way that would've helped their situation more. nice to see at least one girl not trying to focus too hard on survival that she forgot everything from before the crash.

travis also distinctly remembered you crying when the group found the stereo in the cabin. the girls really had to give you the first chance to use one of your cassettes from your bag - it would be cruel not to - so they could listen to music they liked. not whatever bullshit cabin guy had lying around.

then time goes by, you've kept your habit up surprisingly well, travis is also sure he's memorized at least a dozen songs just from you singing them quietly to yourself in the hut you two had made after the cabin burnt down, or just around during chores.

he also promised that when the time for rescue came, he'd listen to every single fleewood mac album they ever put out just to make you happy. that if the chance ever came up, he'd take you to that stupid show you were so bitter about your parents seeing before you and you two would have the time of your fucking lives because you, you of all people deserved it after all the shit you both went through.

then, winter came.

winter came and, for the second time in the wilderness, ruined travis's life.

because when shauna was so adamant about the fact that she swore she saw van fuck with the cards for the last hunt, she took the spot before mari. which, since you were beside hannah, ended up with you pulling the queen.

you know how that ended up.

and once travis had figured out how you ended up dying, he regretted everything. the pit that you fell in, with the wooden spikes, and was far too deep for anything less than fatal, was travis's fault. and technically, yours too. since, when travis had the idea to put spikes down there, you were right there with him - you didn't question what he planned to do, you knew he didn't mean any harm.

that just ended up with you, the most important thing ever to him, dead. dead because of an offhanded idea he had to get back at lottie for tormenting him with all those shrooms and the manipulation. dead because travis wanted to do something for his gain for once.

he picked up on your habit after rescue, he realized. he found himself thinking of the lyrics to whatever song popped up in his head, picking out the records in the shops he went to, finding the posters - the same ones you had - that he ended up hanging in his room to just feel closer to you again, and listening to at least one song a day, sometimes on repeat, because they were your favorites.

travis, who had walked into the living room one day just like a normal day. it was a good seven years post-rescue, now 2004. he was visiting his mom at his childhood home, one that still felt far too quiet, but he'd gotten used to it.

she had pbs on, like other times he had came to visit. really, nothing different. he had sat down on the couch, the housecat that his mom had gotten during his time out in the wilderness to keep her company had clambered its way onto his lap. his mom had went to check on something outside in the garden, so he just waited and watched the commercials come to a pause and whatever his mom had on the tv come back on.

travis, who still froze when he saw the corner of the screen, 'live from boston, fleetwood mac.' he hadn't listened to the music in about six years. way too many memories tied to it, and he refused to let them resurface. he was okay now, wasn't he? he had moved on the best he could, gotten a house and a good job.

but still, he couldn't help but almost immediately break down sobbing when he focused back on the screen, to just about the cruelest pick for him to be forced to sit and watch. silver springs, one that he refused to listen to whatsoever, simply because it was your absolute favorite song, and he didn't want to dwell anymore. that, and he realized he never really focused on the lyrics.

when he did, he found himself settling a little further back into the couch cushions and reluctantly petting the stupid cat still on his lap. but the ending, as soon as the instrumental for the last part lifted, he fixed his posture.

i'll follow you down to the sound of my voice will haunt you you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you

and travis, who really couldn't hold it anymore and just let himself cry like a baby, even when the song ended.

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WHY IS HE DOING THE HAMPSTER EYES HE'S SO CUTIE PIE 😿😿😿

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Just found out that Jurassic Park came out a few years before they got stranded, guess who went to the theater by himself to go see it?

He’s such a dinosaur kid I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.

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Imagine how crazy it must have been for people in Wizkayok high school to have your soccer team’s plane crash and the scrawny unathletic virgin loser that you and your peers nicknamed “flex” to make fun of comes back after 19 months looking gorgeous and absolutely jacked

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yj renewed for season 4 and effie trinket casting on the same day… oh we are so back