O' Death, O' Death,

O' Death, O' Death,

Consider my age,

please don't take me at this stage.

close enough, welcome back bela dimitrescu

why is my brother a joy vampire. he sucks the fun and happiness out of literally everything ever. why must he be so negative all the time.

HI 👋👋👋🤗🤗🤗🐝🐝🐝 I SAW YOU DO TRAVIS X READER 👀.... WOULD YOU PERHAPS DO... TRAVIS X READER WHERE THEY SEE A HORROR MOVIE 😁😁😁? (romantic or platonic, I don't mind. Go where your heart goes etc etc) The Craft came out in spring of 1996 and might be of interest to dear travis 👀👀👀 alternatively, Scream came out that fall!

hello ! i’m going to go with scream because i’ve seen it before and vaguely remember it!!! hope that’s okay, and if you end up not liking this, just lmk and i’ll rewrite it ^^

Movie Night

travis martinez x Reader, javi martinez & Reader, javi martinez & travis martinez, fluff, general silliness, reader and trav are pining idiots, javi’s along for the ride, me getting a feel for writing romantic trav stuff lol

This was a horrible idea. You knew it when Travis suggested it, and you knew it when you agreed to it. You were not the biggest horror fan; blood and gore weren’t really your idea of a good time. Travis, your best friend, on the other hand, was a horror-loving fanatic. He convinced you to watch one with him, one he assured was “more of a comedy than a horror,” which, now you knew, was utter bullshit. The intro alone was enough to bring you to tears! (You ignore the fact that you cry when Travis killed spiders for you and Javi instead of carrying them outside. You also ignore the fact that you’re incredibly well-known for being skittish.)

Travis snickers as you nearly jump out of your skin at a jumpscare playing out on the TV. The killer has appeared, slitting the throat of his poor victim. He watches you intently, his smug smirk disappearing slowly as you cuddle further and further into his side. If you were paying any attention to him, you might’ve noticed the crimson flush on his cheeks, but, in your defense, you were trying to find good things to say about your friend's interest. It’s hard to focus on the cute boy whose arms you're cowering in and the movie he wanted to show you.

As the movie progresses, you’re still on edge but starting to loosen up. As you watch, Travis makes idle chatter to you, and eventually, you find yourself shushing him as you get into the story. You’re actually kind of enjoying yourself by the time the next kills occur, although you do watch through the gaps between your fingers, a shiver running down your spine. Yikes. Getting crushed in a garage door…sounds like an awful way to go.

You’re watching intently, the suspense building gradually, when suddenly, you feel a hand grasp your shoulder firmly. You yelp, screaming in terror while hurtling yourself off of the couch in fear. You’re expecting to get murdered, but instead, you’re met with your best friend’s laughter. Travis is doubled over, laughing hysterically. It’s now that you remember Travis had wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He had moved his hand from the back of the couch to your shoulder to freak you out. Fucking doucebag.

“You asshole,” you groan, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He’s still laughing, tears in the corners of his eyes, while the movie plays faintly in the background. You get back up and make a point to sit on the opposite side of the couch from him, stealing the blanket the two of you were sharing. Your resolve quickly crumbles, however, when the movie's plot thickens. You find yourself inching closer and closer to Travis out of fear. Eventually, you’re practically in his lap again.

“So, what do you think so far?” he murmurs, eyes glued to the screen. You ignore him with an annoyed huff.

“Aw, come on, are you still mad at me?” he pouts, jutting his lower lip. He mockingly throws a hand against his chest and claims he’s heartbroken from learning this information. You roll your eyes, shoving your hands into his sides where you know he’s ticklish. He yelps, startled, and starts laughing while desperately trying to push you away.

“Stop! Stop, I can’t- I can’t breathe!” He laughs, batting at your hands and trying to push you off. You’ve got him trapped, however, and continue your relentless attack.

“Only if you apologize!” you call out in a sing-song voice, and he’s laughing while also huffing out a “Fuck off,” which inevitably leads to an, “Okay- okay! Sorry!”

You remove your hand from his sides, sitting with a triumphant grin on your face.

“Was that so hard?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, about to retort, when the door creaks open, and Javi steps through.

“Hey, have you seen my- what are you guys doing?”

It’s now that you realize the position you’re in. You’re sitting on top of Travis, straddling his waist while he lies on his back and stares up at you. Or, well. Was staring up at you. Now, he’s looking in Javi’s direction with an extremely embarrassed look on his face—equally mortified and annoyed.

You hop off of Travis quickly, moving to the other side of the couch as fast as possible. Javi has a confused glint in his eyes. Good, you think to yourself. At least he didn’t think you two were doing…something else.

Travis rolls his eyes at Javi, sitting up awkwardly. He begins to lecture him on what they talked about with knocking, and Javi grins sheepishly. He ends up sitting through the rest of the horror movie with you two because he's bored, sandwiched between Travis and yourself, jumping more than you do. You smile at him, glad you have a buddy who will agree that it’s scary. Travis looks slightly annoyed at the addition of someone else’s presence, but you chalk it up to his usual brooding. You don’t notice the wistful gazes he sends in your direction the same way he doesn’t notice the wistful gazes you send in his—status quo for Javi. Watching you two idiots pine for each other has become a pastime for him, one that he immensely enjoyed.

You end the night with Javi asleep on your shoulder and booting up your choice of movie, a rom-com, which Travis will sit through and pretend he hates. Then, when it’s over, he’ll pretend he isn't crying over the sweet ending.

You smile. Movie nights with Travis (and Javi on occasion, too) were always the best.

i may have another mental illness but i can’t focus on that rn because there is fanfiction that needs to be written and text posts that need to be made

how it feels seeing something they would’ve loved