#me personally I like girls in a gay way but I also like guys in a gay way iykyk

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Travis liking a guy

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Yellowjackets warnings, mentions of grief and parental loss, minor internalized homophobia, implied sex toward the end

feeling iffy about this one but i couldn't for the life of me do a oneshot

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Travis has always struggled socially. He's the solitary quiet kid in the back of the class with his head down and a permanent scowl on his face forced to watch his parent's impending divorce without having anyone to talk to about it. He's the kid who got bullied and learned the only way to escape it was by making others avoid him, leaving him in an even ditch of loneliness. His father's job at the school and his traditional views only help stew the resentment and anger bubbling in his chest.

His reputation at school precedes him, whether it's as Coach Martinez's cruel son or 'Flex', and it frustrates him to no end. He wants more than that. He wants friends; he wants to be invited over to others' houses to escape his own; he wants to sneak out his bedroom window to meet up with someone; he wants to so desperately share his loneliness with someone; he wants to be held. He watches his classmates effortlessly join cliques and fall in love and feels as if he's on the outside staring in.

Until one school day when he's late for class and the teacher reprimands him in front of the whole class so tears threaten to sting the back of his eyes but crying is for girls so he knows his father would scoff at the sight of him and his hearts beating too fast and- a hand, gentle and warm, is set on his shoulder.

"Travis?"

The voice is soft and filled with warmth. Travis recognizes it immediately without having to glance at the person he's sitting next to and for a moment, he's completely and utterly shocked that (Y/N) Taylor, of all students, would know him.

Travis glances at him, from the corner of his eye at first, before he forces himself to look at the football player. (Y/N) smiles at him and Travis searches for the slightest hint of something mocking or mean in it. He finds none. 

"Mr. Baldwin's a dick." (Y/N) says sympathetically and Travis naturally braces himself for the punchline, for the rug to be violently ripped from underneath him. But it never comes. "I hear his wife's leaving him, though, so I guess karma's a bitch." His eyes crinkle with an amused smile before he leans back into his seat and pulls his hand away from Travis's shoulder. 

Travis can't focus for the rest of the day. (Y/N)'s touch lingers on his shoulder, and the fuzzy feeling that invades his stomach sends him spiraling. 

Travis was raised with traditional views: the man of the house provides while the wife cleans, cooks, and takes care of the children, anything less than that is wrong. Men are supposed to be strong, confident, and masculine who go into hard-working jobs, find a pretty wife, and have children. So, when he begins to get butterflies around (Y/N), it propels him into a world of confusion. 

He likes girls. He likes slim girls and curvy girls. He likes funny girls and sweet girls. He likes looking at the nude bodies of women in the magazines he keeps hidden underneath his bed. He can never bring himself to even glance in the direction of women's underwear in stores unless he risks having to rush to the bathroom because of teen hormones. He can't understand why he begins seeking (Y/N) out in the locker room after gym class or why he lingers near the football field during training. He likes girls. 

He knows about gay people, everyone does, but he's also heard his father spew enough things about them to know it's not something he should even dare bring up at home. He tries finding solace in the fact he's not doing anything wrong if he likes girls... but every time he tries to focus on one of the pictures in his magazines, (Y/N)'s face flashes in his mind.

It's hell for Travis. He can't focus, he can't understand, and it frustrates him. It makes him snappy and mean and every time he gets home from school he stomps right past his perplexed mother and groans into his pillow until he needs to come up for air. He convinces himself that avoiding (Y/N) is the solution but by the time he comes to that conclusion, the WHS girl's soccer team is set for nationals and his father refuses to let him stay home. 

Fucking father-son bonding time. It's too little too late in his opinion. And, because Travis is the unluckiest guy in the world, he comes to learn (Y/N) was forced to accompany his sister on the trip to Seattle when he spots him stepping into the plane. (Y/N) greets him with a smile but he sits beside one of the girls instead of beside him, and Travis despises the jealousy that bubbles in his stomach. He watches them interact until the plane's plummeting into the wilderness. 

Travis's feelings are put on momentary hold while he collects himself. His father's dead, and every mean thing Travis ever thought or said about him fills him with regret. He's overwhelmed, too overwhelmed to deal with his brother's emotions while trying to juggle his own. Emotions aren't his strong suit. Emotions are something he shoves down and ignores until they erupt at the worst moments. He snaps and bitches and complains and sits in regret afterward.

When (Y/N) glares at him for the first time, he finds a spot far from the others and cries. Embarrassment grapples him immediately, because why the fuck is he crying over some guy not liking him but he can't help it. Everything is too much for him and the one person who treated him with kindness not liking him sends him over the edge. 

Things begin looking up when they find the cabin, and then again when he makes amends with Natalie Scatorccio. She allows him to soften up, to lower down his walls, and reconsider everything his father taught him. She's too observant and she notices something's up almost immediately.

Travis can't focus. 

Natalie's talking to him about something, some complaint about Jackie and her attitude, but her words flow in one ear and right out the other. He can't focus on anything, really. Not Natalie, not the twittering birds above them, not the rustling of the branches rubbing together, not the girls chatting animatedly a few feet away. His body remains stiff and his eyes locked on the boy waiting by the cabin's porch. 

Shauna hit an artery while cutting their latest kill and it'd sprayed blood all over (Y/N). She lingers by him, fiddling with her hands and blurting out an apology every few minutes while he cleans the crimson droplets from his face and arms. The blood isn't what fills his head with white noise, it's the fact he's gone shirtless because Van told him to wait while she searches for a shirt for him.

Travis's throat tightens when he feels a simmer of disappointment once Van stumbles outside flinging a shirt in her hand. He isn't supposed to be disappointed.

"Travis?" 

"Huh? Yeah?" Travis blinks at Natalie and offers his best apologetic half-smile when she deadpans, his eyes unwillingly flickering back toward (Y/N). "Something about Jackie and, uh..."

Natalie lifts a single brow, far from impressed, and tilts her head toward the porch where his eyes keep gravitating to. "You know, you can talk to him, right? He won't bite." 

"You think he wants to talk to me?" He scoffed at the very idea. "C'mon, Nat."

"We're not in high school, Travis. He's not Wiskayok's star football player anymore, he's just (Y/N) Taylor, the poor guy who got adopted into the Taylor family." Natalie brushes back some of her bleached blonde hair and watches (Y/N) for a little while longer before her lips draw into a wide grin. Travis's stomach drops in a heartbeat. 

Without saying a word, Natalie stands up and flings the rifle over her shoulder. She reaches down toward him and grabs a fistful of his shirt, promptly forcing him to stand up with a stagger and reluctantly follow after her as they make their way through the small clearing until they reach the porch.

Travis stands behind her, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot and dreading whatever idea Natalie has conjured up on a whim. (Y/N) tilts his head at them like a puppy and Travis feels his knees buckle.

"(Y/N), Travis and I were thinking since you're the one with the most potential, we should give you shooting lessons. Just in case one of us can't go out hunting." Natalie suddenly cringes and brings her hand to her lower abdomen, her acting impressive enough that it makes Travis worry for a split second. "I'm getting cramps, though, so Travis offered to give you the lessons by himself until I feel better. Right, Travis?" 

His eyes flicker back and forth between Natalie's shit-eating grin and (Y/N)'s confused smile. Natalie raises her brows expectantly and widens her eyes at him, subtly nodding toward (Y/N). Travis weakly nods. "Y-Yeah," Fuck. "I, uh, yeah, I-I can teach you." He clears his throat and folds his arms over his chest. "I'm not going to baby you, though." Natalie rolls her eyes.

"Uh, okay." (Y/N) lets out a short laugh and shares a glance with Shauna, his brows twitching downward briefly before he looks back at them and shrugs. "Whatever I can do to help out more, I'll take it."

"Great!" Natalie shoves the rifle into Travis's chest. "Good luck."

Travis is shit out of luck and is positive he's making a fool of himself the second they disappear into the trees surrounding the cabin. His grip on the rifle is hard and he stares at the ground most of the time because flirting isn't something he can do without getting mocked and he has no idea how to ask another guy if he likes guys. Travis can barely handle dealing with girls up close, he's certain he's losing his mind when (Y/N)'s arm brushes against his. 

Travis does, however, know how to shoot a gun and he forces himself to focus once they reach the area he and Natalie often use for practice. His mind promptly fills with that white noise when his hands go over (Y/N)'s to adjust them into the proper positions. His heart thrums in his ears and he's so sure he's going to do something dumb that he feels compelled to blurt out something mean just to make himself feel better. But he resists. 

"Damn." Travis whistles, impressed. There's only one empty can standing out of five and Travis can't help but wonder why he opted out of becoming a hunter in the first place. "You barely need the practice."

"Yeah," (Y/N)'s voice sounds strained and when Travis looks back at him, he spots the sheepish smile on his face. "Blood makes me squeamish. Shauna was actually trying to do some, uh, exposure therapy. It's why she felt so bad about what happened." His shoulders shake with a laugh and Travis can only smile like an idiot at the sound of it. 

Because they're in the wilderness and things are far from normal, Travis has to improvise how he goes about trying to befriend (Y/N). It's hard, primarily because he's never gone out of his way to become friends with someone. Most of the time, he fucks up and they go running in the other direction. But (Y/N)'s too polite and Travis is determined to at least become his friend, if not more.

He tries to hunt and forage for the things (Y/N) likes the most, so much so it annoys Natalie. He's not good with words and physical touch so soon and so publically sounds like hell to him, so he resorts to gift-giving and spending time with (Y/N). He seeks his approval, yearns for it really, and it's so embarrassing but worth it when he gets a smile and praise.

Eventually, with constant egging from Natalie, Travis finally seeks him out when he's alone.

"What's up, Trav?" (Y/N) greets him, his happiness so infectious Travis waves at him until he catches himself and internally groans. He wants to be cool, he needs to be cool. It's hard when just looking at (Y/N) makes his insides all fluttery. "Did you need something?"

"No, I, uhm.." Crap, what was it that Natalie told him to say? "I.. I wanted... I.. I have something I.." Travis wants to walk into the lake and never resurface. At least death would spare him the hell of confessing his feelings. He scratches the nape of his neck and shuffles closer to where (Y/N) is plucking berries from a bush. "I.. I.."

(Y/N) smiles at him sweetly and Travis gives a quiet sigh. His fingers fidget with each other, fingertips pressing and brushing over the wrinkles on his knuckles while his eyes jump back and forth between the ground and his face.

(Y/N) stands up, his makeshift basket forgotten on the forest floor, and closes the distance. Travis's instincts tell him to step back but his brain and heart refuse to. He freezes and stares wide-eyed at him. 

He swears he almost falls over when (Y/N) kisses him. It takes him a moment to react, to realize he's not dreaming and this is actually happening. When (Y/N) begins to pull away, Travis chases after him, his lips clumsy and movements awkward as he tries to figure out where to put his hands. He settles for clutching the collar of (Y/N)'s jacket and practically melts when (Y/N)'s arms wrap around him securely. 

His face is burning hotter than the sun glaring down at them but his body is buzzing with life and giddy when they pull back. (Y/N) smiles at him again, this time more teasing, and he bumps their noses together. 

"You're not very subtle, Martinez."

Travis is on cloud nine. He's nicer, kinder, more empathic, and quite frankly, it weirds out the girls but they much prefer this version of him over the snarky and mean-spirited boy they boarded the plane with. Travis has never been in a relationship before but he finds it quickly addictive. He gets to sneak around, steal glances and share secret smiles, have inside jokes no one else gets. It's invigorating for him.

Because this is his first relationship ever, it's foreign territory for Travis and he mostly goes off what he's seen or heard prior to the crash. His gifts come in the form of flowers, he makes sure (Y/N) is the first to get a plate after the food is cooked, and he's quick to snap when one of the other girls gets an attitude with him. Travis is protective, he can't help it. He wants what's best for (Y/N).

The relationship is largely kept secret until doomscoming when Tai and Van announce their relationship. Seeing the two of them smiling at each other so lovingly and without a care in the world for what everyone else thinks emboldens him. When the girls start screaming the lyrics of Kiss from a Rose as their music, Travis swoops toward (Y/N) and asks him to dance. (Y/N) laughs (Travis swears he blushes) and accepts, much to the shock of his sister. 

Travis rides the high of it all, as well as leans on a strange feeling seeping into his body, and steals a condom from Coach Scott when he heads back to the cabin with (Y/N). Travis lives for praise, lives for affection and attention after being deprived of it. He's also a hormonal teenage boy, and he pounces on his boyfriend the second things grow heated. He's nervous, but the worry of somehow messing up is overridden by a euphoric sensation clouding his head. 

It's only until later, when the girls return to the cabin in the morning, that they learn of Misty drugging the stew. Travis's is internally.. grateful. He'd been too nervous to go further than touching over and under clothes but the shrooms gave him a boost of confidence and he's too in bliss to pay the girls and the growing tension much heed. He shrugs off the argument between Shauna and Jackie and advises (Y/N) to do the same.

Regret sets in quickly when they discover his sister's corpse in the snow.

[nexoncrowfeather]

I shall now post stuff >:3

hello. i'm nex's girl friend. my name is Leia. I go by uzi. my mom doesn't let me post stuff on Tumblr. but nex does! my mom doesn't know he has Tumblr, so she'll never know!!! heh. take that, mom. I wanna use Tumblr as an online public dairy, so i'll be sharing some info with you guys!! but mostly not private info. first, i'll start by talking Abt nex. nex is 19 years old, & he's a femboy, he's REALLY hot. he has brown hair and green eyes. he's neptunic, neptunic is a sexuality where you are attracted to women, non-binary people, or anyone who doesn't identify as a man. I'm like actually obsessing over him!!!! >_< he's really nice to me, and he's sooo FREAKING smart it's like not even funny!!! when he lived with his shithead of a step dad, his dad would search him for any blades, money, knives, and really anything he wasn't supposed to have (so basically he wasn't supposed to have anything), but guess what? nex would wear yoga shorts with pockets under his actual pants! he'd hide razor blades, money, and really anything flat in there! then, I let him borrow one of my non padded bras, and he'd hide candy in there! he always wears baggy gothic clothing, so his dad never noticed! and he still doesn't know that nex did that, even today! nex never had good parents, his dad was very strict and didn't support him. when nex first said he was neptunic, his dad slapped him and grounded him for six months!!! nex always was really good at hiding his depression, but then his mom got him a therapist, and he finally had someone to vent to. his therapist is a really good person, she actually cared abt him, and she never told his parents about the bad stuff that he did. but then, one day, when I was at school, I noticed him sitting all alone at one of the lunch tables, I didn't know him yet, but I really did feel bad for him, so I sat next to him. I offered him some of my lunch, but he refused to eat. he had a cut under his left eye, I asked him how he got that, and he just said it was his cat. we talked some more, and I found out that he was in 5th grade, so he was older than me. I was in 2nd grade at the time. over time, me and nex became close friends, but, when I first met him, I immediately started liking him!!! it wasn't until he was in sixth grade that he confessed his love for me, and we started dating! I know, I know, he's like way older than me, but deep inside, he's still ten years old. nex is very protective over me, and when I came over to his house for the night and told him that I was getting bullied at school, he said he'd deal with it. and guess what he did the next day? he walked me to school, went out into the recess area with me, and beat the holy shit out of the boys that bullied me. luckily no one saw him, so he didn't get in trouble. now he goes to elevate academy, and I go to river city, but that doesn't stop him from seeing me!! in the middle of the night, he'll go grab his moms tablet and face time me. and whenever me and my fam come over to his house, we're locked in his bedroom for the entire night. nex goes by n, and his full name is Nexon crowfeather. it's pronounced nex-in. yes, he just had to change his last name to his favorite character's name, crowfeather. you know, from warrior cats? he likes crowfeather a lot. when I move out, i'm changing my name to uzi. then, when we get married, my name'll be uzi crowfeather! and when we have a daughter, we'll name her ghost. then her middle name will be nori, and then her last name'll be crowfeather. nex's FULL name is nexon hesper crowfeather. at first, nex was gay, but when he met me, he realized that he wasn't attracted to men anymore at all. nex is also a therian. his therio types are silver fox, cross fox, and Turkish van cat. his father doesn't support therians, so he hates nex. but I love him to pieces, and that's all that matters.

[skyfallscotland]

So the other day I went on a bit of a deep dive and used the wayback machine to find some of my old fanfic (may you never see it) but I was reading through my old comments (as you do) on my most popular fic from back then, that I started when I was twelve, and my god I have to share this with you guys 😭😂

We have come a LONG way and I think I maybe just blanked a lot of this out to keep myself going, because if current me was copping this, she’d be out, no more fic.

Consider this my official apology for forever saying fandom is so much worse than it used to be…It’s only mostly worse 🤣🫶🏼 that bright period in there was obviously the decade after this one.

Shall we stroll down memory lane together?

(trigger warning: homophobia)

Now, I’m not claiming my work was amazing (again, I was TWELVE) it was honestly terrible. Cringe as hell. But it also clearly had some fans because I got a lot of decent comments too (hundreds on a 19k word HP fic that I abandoned after a few years, that then did not survive the second great ffnet purge), and a lot of those comments after I was like “GUYS I’M TRYING HERE I’M ONLY TWELVE!” etc were like “wait, you’re what now?!” So that’s kinda nice 😌

But the point is, we all start from somewhere. I’ve been doing this ‘gig’ a while, no one is good overnight, at ANYTHING. I don’t even think I’m that good at it now. If you’re predisposed to writing, it still takes practice! And apparently the guts to weather…this.

Welcome to the 2000’s ✨

• look, i don't care if you've lost your inspiration... just ramble until you do

LOL

• could you upload quicker? i want more of the story faster!

😂 there was a little too much honesty going around

• Did you have to stop, I just started reading this story today and I already have fallen in love with it. I don't like it when authors stop the story half way through.

Me either!!! But you know, I had to go to school so 🤷🏼‍♀️

• I hate you. I just want you to know that. Not finish! Blec!

BLEC!!

It’s starting to make sense to me why I have a serious anxiety about not having a few chapters written ahead of time, my therapist would say that’s buried trauma ✨

• why why whyyyyy! Why must you stop on a cliffhanger!

just call me rebecca

• WELL, one thing for sure, your chapter ALL so freaking short!

Lmao this one didn’t age well 😌

• It's pretty pathetic that YOU'RE one of those TYPICAL cliche, boring authors that go with the knowitall and gold-digging WHORES then say Luna, who's under used and under-appreciated!

I made Hermione and Ginny friends of Harry. Like they are in the book 🙃 this person also commented on every single chapter in this style, hating everything—I know because no one used anon. Hiding your homophobia? Apparently Not trés chic!

• You'r an awful pweson who'll burn in hell.

I made Harry gay.

• Why is Harry such a girl?

Again, he’s not, he’s just gay. I think he also went shopping and bought some jeans (hp 2000’s fic shopping montage, whaddup?! ✌🏼)

• cant rembet why i click on there but there not GAY Harry is 100% not fag

How sure are you, though? He had some real great tension with Diary Tom Riddle, if we’re being fair. Also, it was clearly marked. I took up some of that valuable 20 character summary space TO mark it but the homophobes kept coming 🥲

• I like slash, but it has to be well written, and it’s completly unrealistic and wrong for harry to be a bottom.

There…was no sex involved. He went shopping for some pants. He found another male attractive. I’m?? Also not sure how you inferred that he would be a dominant partner anyway because even with Ginny you know damn well she’s on top 😌

• disgusting! you ruined such a good story.

Pretty sure this was also about ✨the gay✨

• Look, I'm not trying to flame, but after all this time of waiting, why are there so little words?

I was busy with seventh grade algebra hun!! Also, I was drafting by hand on paper and uploading from the FAMILY DESKTOP COMPUTER. I had to zero out every time someone walked past, hello???

• this story was kind of creepy and i know for a fact that animals leave the losing animal in the ground to claim their teritory.

I…actually have no idea what this was about and also whether it’s true 😂

• Please update as soon as possible

I just picture this person with a deadpan expression, typing with their pointer fingers.

• There's a lot of stuff that's unexplained here, add a little more detail and the story would be a lot better.

ok VALID babe, valid, lots of this same sentiment and I TOOK that advice, like if I got this as a twelve year old to my (online) face, I’m positive your fav millionaire authors can handle it if they happen to see it floating by in the netosphere!

In saying all that, there were some really funny comments too. People were generally a lot more creative when leaving comments back then (aside from the general rudeness 20-30% of them exhibited lmao).

• please dont leave me hanging..i look pathetic when i hanging...trust me on this one...visualize a wet cat stuck on a towl rack

Help, I’m whEEZING 😂

•I have no words to describe how I feel about you right now. That isn't even a cliff hanger you obliterated the cliff and tossed us into an abyss of unknown danger!

Some things don’t change I guess, sorry bout it 🤷🏼‍♀️

• (football caoch voice) move move move! u have readers on u go go go!

🤣 it really do be feeling like that

• You sure you're 13? You seem more like a demented 18 yearold to me. 

Thank you *bows*

Final considerations: Why could no one spell or punctuate? Glad we’re past that era 😮‍💨

But no seriously I think this is why people who were around for the 90s, 00’s and 10’s are so critical of fandom today, because we weathered THIS and ended up with something really great, and now it seems that’s being threatened more and more.

So whenever you see pushback against “today’s fandom” it’s coming from a place of “dear god, we’ve been in the trenches and we do NOT want to go back” 🫶🏼

My dear current readers, I love you endlessly for not being these people, good lord.

[strngrsongs]

I’m gonna say something controversial….a TV show having a bi character in a love triangle with characters of the same and opposite sex and having them up primarily interested in the opposite sex character is NOT queerbaiting. they are still bisexual.

[dontcareimbusyreading]

The Caraval universe would be better if it was more gay. Thank you for your time

[nerime]

my coworkers are being turbo transphobic and literally refuse to listen to answers to questions they fucking ask argh!!! I can just tell you!!! I can just answer you!!!!! I have answers!!! to the ridiculous questions you ask in a mocking way!!!! if you listen for one second I can just fucking explain!!!! 😡😭😡😭

[skrunksthatwunk]

im exploding into a million pieces i found a reddit thread about butches in video games (specifically looking for them) in hopes that there was some kind of lesser known dream daddy-esque butch dating sim or SOMETHING cute like that and guys the fucking crumbs we have to live on you're actually killing me. im withering away why are there no kissable butches in video games im going to throw up and kill everyone. nobody wants a butch dating sim apparently. im gonna go weep in the fetal position

[welcometoteyvat]

jing yuan and yanqing are giving zhongli and xiao if the latter’s canon relationship was Actually fanon’s made up father figure/adopted child dynamic

[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[donovankinard]

maybe it's time for me to move on.............

[gregoftom]

oh they fr had bitchnasty sex after this

[thestamp3d3]

i cant get over how absolutely insane satosugu is...gege was born to write yaoi forced to write shounen

[mullets]

im not joking but if one more relative in fucking bangladesh sits me down and warns me about the dangers of pride month and whatever the fuck since im moving to canada im going to kill myself im going to kill myself im going to kill myself

[pixiestein]

i lov cleo x frankie but i find it funny that the queer couple in g3 are the ONLY characters that i thought were straight (ish) in g1

[dykesynthezoid]

Sometimes I’ll remember the history teacher I had in high school who used to call all the guys in class “sir” but called all the girls “sweetheart” and suddenly crave violence

[chaotic-history]

i am. thinking about the barbie movie