Sally Face x Reader [Oneshots]

Travis x Male Reader

Not all my Oneshots r gonna be male I just need my gender to be affirmed rn 😭 CW: F-slur as a joke between 2 homosexuals

"Holy shit, are you okay?! What happened?" Larry jogs over to me and kneels in front of me, pulling my hand away from my face to reveal blood dripping from my nose.

"Travis happened," I mutter. "I'm gonna be fine, just trying to wait for my nose to stop bleeding so there isn't a trail of blood on the sidewalk, heh."

"Fucking asshole," Larry mumbles under his breath and sits next to me, so we're leaning our backs against the brick wall of our school. "Is there anything I can do? I don't have any ice, but I have a few bandaids."

"A bandaid would be awesome, and if your icepack is still cold, that would be good enough," I smile weakly and thank my lucky stars I have such an awesome friend.

"Okay..." He rummages through his backpack for a moment before taking out a Paw Patrol bandage and his icepack from lunch. "Yeah, it's still pretty cold."

"Thanks, man," I say and put the cold plastic on the back of my neck to slow the bleeding. I reach for the bandaid, but Larry gives me a look.

"You're gonna get blood on your clothes, where do I put it?" he asks, scanning my body for a wound. 

"Left knee," I tell him. He gently pushes up my jeans to reveal a nasty scrape. My friend cringes at the sight and presses the bandaid over the wound. I wince, but I know it's gonna get infected and bleed even more if he doesn't.

"Ever since you moved here, Travis has kinda backed off Sal, but he's honestly worse to you," he gives me a look of sympathy. "Want me to curb-stomp his ass?"

"No, thanks," I laugh.

"Alright, if you change your mind, let me know," he chuckles and returns to my side.

"Will do."

"Ah, shit. My mom is calling me. I was supposed to be home a while ago, so I gotta go. I hate to leave you here..." Larry frowns at his phone, then back at me.

"You can go, I'll manage. Thanks again," I assure him.

"No problem. Call me if you need me," he sighs and stands up, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

I nod and watch him walk away, phone against his ear. I wipe my nose on the back of my hand for what feels like the millionth time today, and decide to sit here and feel sorry for myself awhile longer. I close my eyes and wish I had something to eat. All this blood loss is making me hungry and tired...

I hear the grass rustle beside me, and someone sigh. I jump at the presence and my eyes snap open to see... Travis? Don't tell me... I freeze, not even daring to breathe. He stares off into the distance, the warm spring breeze rustling his hair. I gulp and slowly move away from him, only for his eyes to finally meet my own.

"I-I'm sorry, please don't-"

"I'm sorry," he says suddenly. My eyes widen and I stop moving. What? "I... You don't have to forgive me. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I don't hate you."

"...Is this some kind of cruel joke?" I whisper. No fucking way. This kid was just pinning me to the ground and beating the shit out of me like 15 minutes ago.

"No. I actually... I'm really sorry. I don't expect you to suddenly like me or anything, I just..." Travis sighs and turns back to the trees.

"Okay..." I say softly. All I can think is 'what?' and 'why?'

"I actually like you. A lot. And that's why I treat you like that. I know that it's a sin, and... I figured if I can just learn to hate you, it would go away," there's a faraway look in his eyes, almost like he knows something I don't.