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do you think you’ll ever start posting “regularly” again?

well… yes!

this is my personal little hobby account…. ive been writing on here for years, some months i disappear, some months i write every day!

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wrote a travis x reader based on yours... first time... kinda nervy... just wanted to let you know...

some old but hot pics of kevin 4 u

i read it and ascended it was so stinkin cute and i’m so happy i inspired you AWWWW

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THIS IS AMAZING IM EXPLODINF

aaaaa aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA

𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 - travis martinez x reader

= based on this blurb by @juuuulez the icon =

You smell like something he forgot existed. You look like someone he never thought he’d be allowed to touch again.

Before the crash, Travis barely knew you.

You knew each other’s names, sure. Had maybe shared a glance or two across the hallway, or sat in the same group project without ever really talking. You weren’t in the same world.

And then the plane went down.

There’s no clear line where “you and Travis” started. It wasn’t a first kiss under moonlight or a secret confession whispered in the cabin. It was the slow kind of beginning. One that crept in through exhaustion, unbearable understanding that you were both going to die out there. Eventually.

It was the first time he gave you half his food, even when you told him not to. The way you cried when Laura Lee died and he didn’t say anything, just sat beside you and let your head fall onto his shoulder. It was his hand over yours during stormy nights when the wind shook the roof. His voice the only thing that kept your eyes from seeing ghosts when you couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t romantic. Not at first. It was survival. But somehow, you still fell in love. Not all at once. And not with ease. But you did.

You kissed behind the plane wreckage the morning after a night that broke both of you. You told him you didn’t want to die without ever being touched gently again. He told you he didn’t know how to be gentle, but he’d try.

Travis touched your face like it was a secret. You touched his ribs like you were counting each breath he had left. You never said I love you. That felt too civilized for what you were. But you meant it. And he knew.

Now you’re rescued, and everything’s supposed to go back to normal. But nothing’s normal anymore.

You’re seventeen and your back hurts like you’re eighty. You flinch at the smell of cooked meat. You don’t sleep right unless you can hear the wind moving the trees. You can’t believe how loud toilets are.

And you hadn't seen Travis in 28 days.

There were a series of hospitals. Interviews. Meetings with men in suits who say things like “trauma bonding” and “you don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.”

You don’t want to talk about it. Not to them. You just want him.

You dressed carefully the day they say you’ll finally see him.

You don’t know why, he’s already seen you at your worst. Bloodstained. Sobbing. Empty-eyed and starving. But still, you put on some nice new jeans and a soft sweater. You spray that vanilla body mist that’s been sitting on your dresser since before the crash. You don’t even think it’ll work. It’s probably expired. But you do it anyway.

When Travis sees you, he stops in his tracks.

You’re outside the parking lot of some beige government building. You’re hugging your arms to your chest, glancing around nervously, waiting. He smells you before you speak.

Vanilla.

His legs almost give out. You look up. Your breath catches. “Travis.”

It’s the first time you’ve said his name out loud in weeks. And his name is the only word you can get out before you’re walking fast, then running, then throwing yourself into his arms.

He catches you, even though his hands are trembling.

Your body fits against his like you were always meant to return here. He clutches your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. He buries his face in your shoulder and it hits him, all at once, hard and fast and loud in his head:

Before the wilderness, a girl like you would never have wanted a boy like him. But in the dark, you chose him. And now, in the light, you still do.

You pull back just enough to see his face. “Hi.” He looks at you like you’re a dream. “Hi,” he breathes.

You smile, tentative. “I wanted to see you sooner, I just… they made me stay for some psych eval stuff. And my mom’s frankly freaking out about me leaving the house.”

He doesn’t answer. His eyes drag over your face. Your clean skin. Your lashes. Your mouth.

“You look…” His voice cracks. “You look so pretty.” You blink, surprised. “Travis...”

“I mean it,” he says, rough. “You look like… like how you were supposed to look. You smell like vanilla... and your hair’s all soft and I’m...” He stops himself, looking away, jaw clenching. “I don’t deserve to touch you.”

You step closer. “Travis.”

“I was nothing before this,” he says, and it’s like the dam finally breaks. “You supposed to never look at me twice. You were supposed get out of there and forget me. I was just this… scared kid with nothing going for him but a survival instinct. But you - you’re the best thing that happened out there. You made it not unbearable. You made me human.”

You don’t know what to say. So you reach out and hold his face in both hands. “You made me feel safe,” you whisper. “Don’t you get that?” His eyes fill, but the tears don’t fall. He blinks hard.

“You’re the only part I want to remember,” you say. “I’m wearing perfume for you. I put on lip balm for you. You’re not the wilderness, Travis. You’re what saved me from it.”

He leans forward and kisses you. It’s soft and shaky.

When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours and sighs. “Your hair’s so soft now,” he mumbles. “I keep touching it and it’s driving me crazy.” You grin. “In a good way?”

“In a very good way,” he says, voice low and quiet and almost embarrassed. “I’ve been so messed up since I last saw you. Now my brain’s just trying to catch up with the fact that I still get to have you.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “You do,” you say, simply. “You have me.” His arms circle around your waist again. “Promise?”

“I survived a plane crash and god knows what was out there,” you murmur. “I think I can survive falling in love with you.”

He laughs, just once, but it’s real.

And this time, when he hugs you, he doesn’t let go for a long, long time.

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A/N- hope i did this idea justice, i absolutly LOVE this one with all my heart 😩

[juuuulez]

hii if ur comfy with this somno!travis could be soo cute. waking up with his head between your legs, waiting until you tug his hair to get the official go ahead on nights he's less desperate, more looking to shut off his brain. im thinking post crash...additionally just love to kiss along your face as you sleep

ugghh even like… a season 3 travis, and you’ve been dating for a while now in the wilderness…

you’re always in bed before him, sleeping away the day of physical exhaustion. travis lingers in the camp for a little longer, lost in his own thoughts as he sits by the fire. even having you by his side, travis is undoubtably impacted by the terrors of these past few months.

so you wake minutes, maybe hours later, with travis’ head laying between your thighs. your hands lazily travel down to his head, stroking gently through his hair which grows longer every day. part of you thinks he’s asleep, until travis is gently kissing your inner thigh.

it’s obvious what he’s after when travis kisses over your clothed cunt, tattered nightgown pushed up to give him room. sleep tugs at your senses, like a warm blanket, so you pull his head a little deeper in. travis knows this as permission.

he’ll pacify his mind while burying his tongue deep in your core. stoking gentle circles on your thighs, careful not to disturb you. travis knows you need the rest, but god, he really can’t resist. nothing puts him more at ease than being right here.

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snuggling and soothing Javi and petting his hair and he’s so tired and cuddly ah my baby boy

okay a thought i had a while ago is like what if you were older (19-20ish) and were interning at wiskayok during college (maybe it’s the same place ben graduated from so that’s how you get the job).

so you are essentially just a teachers aid, helping with the health classes, english, anything really. except you’re kind of awkward with all the teens, because you don’t actually want to teach highschool.

no, you’re doing an early education degree, so you really want to work with preschool kids. but it’s a small town and there were no internships available blah blah blah ben did you a solid, so here you are.

anyway the girls all like you, and somehow you end up watching their soccer games. they pester you until you’re on that plane, coming to nationals.

long story short, you’re older than everyone else, but they don’t really.. respect you. they don’t exactly respect ben, either. but still, you don’t have much control of them, too old to be their peer, and too young to have any authority.

so you get stuck with the shit jobs. sewing up holes in sweaters and socks, tending to the fire, cooking in the evening. it’s like you’ve become the teams honorary mother to a bunch of kids you never asked for.

but rest assured, javi will always listen to you. he actually likes the company, and you like having someone who doesn’t argue back.

expect lots of babysitting while everyone else cleans or hunts, watching javi in the cabin while you talk about his favourite bugs and carve little figures out of wood. he’s naturally a quiet kid and maybe you were too, a little gentler than the other girls your age. always giving him a little more food, always stealing away some extra fur pelts to put inside his jackets.

anyway just taking care of da baby 🫶

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Javi Javi cutie baby giving him cheek kisses mwah mwah mwah

mwah mwah mwah mwah wrapping him up in some blankets and saying goodnight baby! goodnight little baby!

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jules is back 🥹🥹

jules lives on

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guys steve was so sexy in the st5 teaser if he dies i’m killing myself

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okay okay imagine you sleeping with Travis in the wilderness and Javi has a nightmare so he goes to Travis but ur in there idk idk walk with me here and you snuggle both your bf and his little brother ahhh Javi my baby he’s so son I need to kiss his forehead

okay and travis is sleeping like a rock cus he’s been hunting lately, and there is a light rain patterning against the cabin windows that makes things almost seem peaceful. needless to say it’s the first proper nights rest travis has gotten, and in exchange, you’re sort of half asleep, privy to anything that might interrupt his nap.

so when javi creeps in, the floorboards squeaking, you realise within a second. don’t even need to speak anything, just groggily rub your eyes and sit up a little. behind you travis shifts, making you pause with bated breath. thankfully he just grunts and grabs at your waist, continuing to softly snore.

you open your arm and javi comes closer, sitting down next to you. the makeshift bed is really just some tattered blankets on the hard wooden floor, but it’s better than nothing. giving a pointed look and javi knows what it means, lowering himself down to lay next to you.

javi let’s out a sigh that feels like weight melting away, that little bit more comfortable around two people he trusts. you’re already drifting off again, soothed by the soft pattern of breathing and sound of rain outside. javi against your shoulder and travis snoring into the back of your neck,

cus being with travis means his family is yours 🫶 and you will care for them both as long as they need it.

[juuuulez]

I just read Capulet and let me tell you it definitely is the best twd ever written 🤭 Everyone is so in character and not a single scene felt far-fetched at all! I would definitely want to see more of it as it was truly a good read (I specially giggle every time I remember Rick punched reader lmao why is this grown ahh man hitting a teenager!!!)

AWWWHHHH

stop i am still so proud of capulet like that consumed every inch of my brain and so that’s why it had so much detail and i was fixated on characterisation LOOLL

gawd i’d love to write more for the capulet universe… particularly more negan i didnt get to do enough of him hes so father ARGGGG

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https://www.tumblr.com/juuuulez/780970877832544256/ngl-when-that-other-anon-made-the-comparison-of?source=share

ok I am obsessed with your Capulet story and I saw this anon have this concept and I had to write a small thing for it bc!!!!!

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Carl, a drink in his hand, had watched you as you danced with a guy – Derek, he thinks the guy’s name is – and he doesn’t miss the pang of jealousy when he sees Derek dip you. You then begin to do a little dance with Enid as well.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on that though, as you make your way over to him, a smile on your face.

“Grimes! You made it!” You grab his drink and down the small amount of liquor that had been in the glass. 

Normally, he would protest but it was a celebration. And normally, he wouldn’t drink any alcohol, especially after what happened last time, but again, it was a celebration. The end of the savior war. After a few months of hard work getting Alexandra and the Saviors to work together after everything, Alexandra had decided to put together a small event to show that the two rival places were now working together.

“Uh, yeah.” 

Before he can say anything else, you grab his glass again, this time, putting it on the table next to you, grab his hand, and practically drag Carl out onto the dance floor. You place your arms around his neck but he remains stiff, his arms at his sides. He didn’t know where to put his arms because, of course, before he,or you, or every other now teenager here, never got to have an awkward middle school dance or homecoming or prom or whatever. And while you two had grown a tad bit closer to each other since everything, there was still some awkwardness between the two of you, though you didn’t show it. Ever since the kiss and seeing you hurt from an asshole shooting your ear, he had deuced rather quickly he liked you. As in. Liked you, romantically. And to his surprise, when it slipped out in front of Rick, he was supportive, telling him it would be good as it would give both you and Carl good things to think about. As in, what the future holds. 

“You stole my drink,” he says. 

You scuff half-heartly before grabbing his hands and placing them on your waists and then put back your arms over his shoulders. “Don’t be so stiff, Grimes.”

“I’m. . .not.” 

“You are.”

You barely knew each other but it seems you knew just how to get him to open up and can read him like a book. He can say the same about himself and you. He had even allowed you to cut his hair a little prior to this.

To his awkward horror, a slow song begins and instead of backing away like he expects, you pull him closer and place your chin onto his shoulder. Carl cannot help noticing the scent of lilacs and lavender soap on you. And when you lift up your head to look at him, he finally realizes that the shirt you have on – a burgundy henley  shirt – is his. This when he is glad it’s dark out with only candles and fairy lights around him because it covers up his blushing. 

“Every guy in this room is staring at you,” he says. 

You smirk. “How do you know they’re not staring at you, Grimes?” 

“They’re not.”

“Maybe they are.” You shrug. “Maybe they’re jealous.”

“. . .I'm not a threat.”

You sigh softly. “Oh, Carl, they should be terrified of you.” 

Somehow, Carl was blushing even worse. You hardly ever called him by his name, only calling him Grimes or when you wanted to get him all worked up, cyclops. You stopped calling him that, though, after a while. 

And for the hundredth time he had known you, he was once again surprised by you. This time? The surprise was you, leaning in and giving him a kiss on his lips. Not the quick one both of you had before, but a sincere one. It was soft and for one moment, he could imagine himself at a normal prom.

IM DEAD IVE DIED IM DECEASSEEEDDDD

this is so FREAKING CUTE!!!! it’s literally perfect and omg her cutting his hair too i’m DEAAADDD!!

also i’ve never had someone else write one of my au’s before i feel like… a celebrity?!?! like capulet is my beautiful baby and someone WILLINGLY wrote a blurb for it?!?!

anon you are amazing and this is perfect and beautiful mwah mwah mwah

[juuuulez]

your post!rescue travis fics are everything to me

sigh i need to write more post rescue trav fics hes so baby and deserves so much love

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travnat x reader smut

Travis laying under them with one riding him and the other sat on his face while they make out above him

he lives to please his girls😩😩😩

oh gawwdd..

like a whiny sub travis.. maybe you and nat are already fooling around, having a little make out sesh when travis comes into the hut. his face goes all red and says he doesn’t wanna interrupt, you two can have your moment.

but of course you two have other plans, instructing travis to lay down on the makeshift bed of animal furs. natalie sinks herself down on his cock, while you sit on his face. travis is whining the whole time, his hands grabbing at your thighs as you and natalie make out.

and he’ll definitely finish like that too. like he can’t even help it, just being so utterly consumed by the pleasure and scent of you both. hearing the little giggles and moans as you and nat whisper to eachother and tease. knowing that right here is where he belongs, quiet and used up by his two favourite girls.

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tying Trav up and blindfolding him while he’s on his knees so he just has to buck his hips uselessly while you use a vibrator on him even better if he’s got a ball gag in his mouth oh my godddd legs spread babe

GAAAWWWDD DAAYYYUUUMMM

his hands tied behind his back, so he can’t even really balance right on his knees. face smushed into your shoulder and spit drooling out the side of the gag: how he wishes to bite down on soft skin instead of plastic 😵‍💫

watching the way travis’ thighs twitch as you trail the vibrator up his cock, dripping wet and bright red. travis would have already came the second you gagged him, unable to help himself. now it’s a game of seeing how far he can be pushed, how much more you can wring from your perfect boy.

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six days… i’m drying up and withering… jules… we need you ……….,.

you guys are so funny pls don’t go bald

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hello jules hope ur well! i miss seeing your post notifs, absolutely no pressure just wanted to say i hope ur doing okay :)

aww cuties it’s okay i’m here, the travis smut will return do not fret!

[juuuulez]

so there’s AntlerQueen!Travis x Matthews!Reader, right?

what about Travis x AntlerQueen!Reader? ofc this would be a somewhat sub Travis, maybe even a service sub???

what are your thoughts?

SERVICE SUB TRAVIS TO AN ANTLER QUEEN SISTER WOOOAAAAAHHHHH

okay so still matthews!reader, you’re lottie’s younger sister. maybe you took the wilderness particularly hard, not being on the soccer team, a year younger than the girls. growing up being less sporty than your sister, less physical, smaller. quieter.

lottie’s belief in the wilderness stick easily to your feeble mind, drinking up whatever she tells you. maybe there’s some sort of incident, a particular vision she has, that makes lottie believe you belong as their ruler.

travis has always been protective of you. he wants to provide, to help. you’re sweet and quiet, got along well with javi, spent time with shauna while she was pregnant.

it’s spring now, and the girls practically worship you. you wear the antlers with pride, a beaming smile whenever anyone asks for something. blessing their meals, making those hard decisions but never doing the dirty work.

no, that’s what travis was for. usually he hated being ordered around, but something about you just.. made him want to listen. he’d give you the world, if possible. what started as a mutual attraction turns into infatuation, where you’re enamoured with travis and his devotion, wholeheartedly believing that he was brought here to be with you.

travis is determined to help you in other ways, to make you feel good, relaxed. he enjoys being on his knees while you stand, his hands cupping the back of your knees to keep you steady, with his nose buried deep in your cunt. licking broad strokes, savouring the unique taste.

somehow after you orgasm he’s thanking you, always. would never dare leave a bruise or mark, just gentle kisses over your skin. travis asks for permission, always, and smiles bashfully whenever you say he’s done a good job, that he’s just perfect,