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Call me the pit the way I want her inside me

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dude my friends found my tumblr i js got so scared

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cai bot for christmas travis we all cheer!!

YAYYY HERE YOU GO !!

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JUST UNTIL MIDNIGHT

warnings:: mentions of stealing

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HE SHOWS up to your house without warning. no call, no knock. just a couple pebbles hitting your bedroom window. like a cliche romcom. or like you had when you were kids, sneaking out to steal gas station ice cream.

you open the window, shivering slightly. “travis? i’m not really supposed to be up, it’s christmas eve.” you whisper shout at him.

“yeah.” he says, like he didn’t think of that until just now. “can i come up?” you pause, then step back to make room for him.

he climbs up the lattice like he always does, boots dragging against the siding. you almost laugh when he slips a little near the top, cursing under his breath, cheeks red from cold and effort.

when he finally gets inside, he smells like winter and gasoline. neither of you say anything for a moment. then he hold out a plastic grocery bag — not wrapped, not folded, just held.

“i brought something.” he mutters. “it’s dumb.” you take it, carefully looking inside. inside the bag was a roll of strawberry hubba bubba, a used cassette tape labeled ‘good songs’ in blur marker, and a lighter shaped like a frog.

you blink at him. “you brought me… gas station junk?” you ask skeptically. truthfully, you didn’t really care about where it was from or how much it cost. you were just surprised.

“stuff you like.” he says defensively. “you always used to steal that gum from 7-eleven, and you always complain about your tapes. and the frogs just funny.”

you try not to smile, but ultimately fail. it is funny. and he did notice. which was more than you expected from the boy who’s been avoiding you at school for weeks.

you lay back on the bed, to which he follows. it’s quiet. the kind of quiet you only get in the dead of winter, when the house settles and the snow covers the whole world in hush.

after a while, you finally speak up. “doesn’t feel like christmas this year.” hes looking at your ceiling, arms behind his head. “no.” he says. “it doesn’t.”

you don’t ask why. you already know. he’s been distant. you’ve been pretending not to care. theres too much tension in everything now — the space between you, the way you don’t quite look at each other when you speak. but he’s here now.

and when the church bells downtown start chiming at midnight, he shifts closer. just barely, but just enough.

“merry christmas.” he says, voice barely above a whisper. you nod. “merry christmas.”

and when he falls asleep there, beside you, still wearing his boots — you let him. because even if christmas didn’t quite feel like christmas anymore, this does.

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A/N

a day later then i said but oh well

yes i’ve used this gif already. i could find a new one

i absolutely adore the holidays and am most definitely doing christmas in july (js bc i can)

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dude i woke up so freaking late and then took a muscle relaxer bc of my cramps

writing the christmas oneshot immediately 💔💔

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i was in a halloween mood last week (or however long ago that was i don’t really remember) and now i’m in a christmas mood

i’ll write a travis christmas oneshot tonight or tomorrow js bc i feel like it

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does anyone else make a bunch of different blogs just to decorate them differently from their main or is it just me?

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BUTCHERBUNNY MASTERLIST

(not all is my content — creds given)

first ever butcherbunny mention

everybody here wants you edit

costume matching on halloween

moodboard! (creds, stormfeast)

camera roll (creds, pb-n-jen)

headcanons (creds, alvinjrsgun)

thoughts (creds, panisfetch)

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every once in awhile i remember that halloween is my favorite holiday and have the urge to make it my ENTIRE personality

anyway pre-crash!butcherbunny would both want to match costumes on halloween together but would both be scared to ask each other to match. i feel like the conversation of them agreeing to match would go smth like this:

S: what are you being for halloween?

A: mm, probably *costume*

S: oh, maybe i could be *costume*

A: ok!

it’d be super awkward and somewhat uncomfortable (especially to people listening in) but they’d never talk about it again afterwards and immediately change the subject

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coming out as a huda defender 🔥🔥🔥

vivi i see you reposting love island tik toks........................i have no one to talk abt it with please lmk your thoughts on this season

jeremiah burn in hell huda ily

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i was stalking your posts and found this one and remembered i had this in my camera roll

anyways fuck it we ball xoxoxo

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Ik you literally just put it out buttttt could you do a c.ai bot of cowboy Travis? 😻

I'm gonna eat ur writing it's so SCRUMPTIOUS ily 🫶

here you go !!!!

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was just listening to the sinners soundtracks thinking about travis and came to request a vampire!travis bot...we're on the same wavelength...

(i dangle a clock in front of your face while its chain is wrapped around my finger)...you will make a vampire!travis bot...you will...make...a vampire!travis bot...and he'll be shy and timid and progressively get rougher...grrr sorry im ovulating

same wavelength indeed yes !!

i wasn’t really sure where to go with this at first but i think i got it and here it is !!!!

(atp i’ve completely given up on making intros for my bots)

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cowboy!travis au x vampire!travis au is just sinners!travis au

it’s 4am someone take my phone from me

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AFTER DARK

warnings :: none i think??

cowboy travis au !!

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THE WHOLE town talked, but no one dared to say anything to your face. you were the sheriff’s daughter — supposed to keep your nose clean, stay proper, follow the rules.

and travis? he was nothing but trouble. ranch hand, quiet, always on the outskirts, always with that low drawl and those sharp, watchful eyes. your dad was insistent that you kept away from him.

people whispered that he was too rough, not fit for someone like you. but they didn’t know him like you did.

the moon hung high as you slipped through the back door, boots barely making a sound as you crossed the dirt path toward the edge of the property. travis was already there, leaning against the fence post like always, one boot crossed over the other.

his hat was pulled low, but you could see his mouth twitch into his usual small smile when he spotted you.

“youre late.” he quietly teased. you roll your eyes playfully. “could’ve gotten here faster if your damn horse wasn’t tied near the front where my father could see.”

he chuckled under his breath, that low, warm sound sending a little shiver down your spine. “figured you could use the extra thrill.”

you stepped closer, close enough to smell the leather and faint sweat clinging to him from a long days work. his hand came up to rest on your waist, rough fingertips dragging slow over your dress like he was reminding himself you were real.

“you shouldn’t be sneakin’ out here like this.” he murmured. his voice was soft, but his grip tightened just a little, betraying how much he wanted you anyway.

“and yet here we are.” you whispered back. he exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes flicking down to your lips, then up again. “if your daddy catches me out here with you…”

“you’ll what?” you teased, reaching up to hooo your finger into the collar of his shirt, tugging him down just enough. “you scared of him, travis?”

his jaw flexed. “i ain’t scared of nobody.” he leans in a bit closer. the proximity makes your breath hitch a little, your chest pressing flush against his as you pulled him in the rest of the way.

the kiss came hard, heated — like weeks of stolen glances and careful touches. his hands roamed your back, rough and warm, holding you tight like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you. his hat nearly slipped off as he dipped lower, kissing you deeper, hungrier.

“you make me crazy, yknow that?” he mumbled against your mouth, voice thick. the sound of distant voices from the town square made your breath hitch both pause, breathless, hearts pounding.

he pulled back just enough the meet your eyes again, voice dropping to a whisper. “one of these days, we’re gonna get caught.”

“then you better make it worth it.” you said, breathless, lips brushing against his again. and he did.

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A/N

i love this actually

dedicated to :: @pb-n-jen @travsnat @feelslikefreenow

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me when i see cowboy travis au is otw

LMAO I LOVE THIS

i have a few ppl i’m dedicating my current cowboy!travis work to do pay attention to your tags guys 🫡🫡