Salvis Oneshots🧍

Don't Worry, Sweetheart 🩹--->🌟

The cool air of the air conditioner gently brushed through Sal's blue hair, the sun beaming through the window. His fingers carefully ran through his boyfriend's blonde strands, Travis' head rested in his lap as they laid on their couch. They had only just moved in a month before, and summer was already killing them. They only had one working air conditioning unit and they had to practically drag it around to whichever room they were in.

"Ew, I touched your sweaty forehead." Sal said, wiping the side of his hand on the couch. He gave a cheeky grin as he curled over and kissed Travis' forehead, who was giving a playful glare. Even though he found it funny, he didn't speak. He was too busy in his thoughts, and he wasn't able to form words without combusting. His lover noticed, his expression softening as he continued to brush through the blonde hair.

"How are you feeling today? Did you wanna get ice cream today? Don't get that gross mint flavor, I'm not kissing you if I have to taste that." He grinned once more as he tried to lift the gloomy mood, but again, there was no answer. Travis merely nodded, letting his eyes rest closed for a moment before opening them again. He opened his mouth to speak, but he quickly shut it as fear crawled up his spine. His hands were clasped together and his finger tips were digging into his knuckles, his bottom lip being chewed on relentlessly. Sal's grin faltered into a frown, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. Travis had these moments sometimes where he'd just shut down for a small while, and then he moved on like nothing happened. It scared Sal, what could he possibly be thinking? Was it about them? Had something happened?

"I'm scared to be a father, Sal." Travis said, his voice low and quiet. Sal's eyes widened, his mouth opening then closing as he struggled to find the right words to say. The statement caught him off guard completely, and it was even more surprising because they've never brought up the idea of kids. They've been dating for nearly five years and the topic just never came up. Of course, it wasn't mandatory, but it was obvious that the idea was floating around in both their heads. Sal couldn't understand why Travis would be scared, sure there's the main factors of taking care of the kid and the money, but Travis seemed petrified.

"Why's that? I'm sure you'd be the best dad." Sal tried to comfort, giving a gentle smile down at his lover. As much as it was appreciated, Travis couldn't shake the feeling in his gut.

"That's the thing," He started, his body sitting up from his previous position.

"What if I'm not? What if I end up just like my dad? I don't want to be like him, Sal. You know how he was like back in high school, I can't stand it. It's always in my head that some part of him is inside me, it's eating me alive. I don't want to be my dad." He rambled, his hands slowly lifting to grip onto his hair. It felt like he was always stuck in this ongoing memory that he can't seem to shake off, and it was slowly growing more and more as the days went on. When he fought with Sal, he felt like his dad. When he'd see religious preachers speaking on the side of the road, he thought of his dad. He was everywhere; in his head, outside, under his skin, and even in the air. He couldn't escape his father's eyes. Sal frowned, his eyes looking down as he tried to think of ways to comfort the blonde. He's never gone through what he has dealt with, not even close, so comforting him felt out of place. He had no right to tell him how he should feel or how to deal with it, because there's no perfect way to deal with trauma, especially the type Travis has.

"Baby, look at me." The blue-haired man said, carefully placing a hand on Travis' back and rubbing small circles. At first, Travis refused to even turn to Sal, but after a moment he turned his body to not quite look at Sal but to face the AC. Sal gave a sympathetic smile as he continued to rub Travis' back.

"I can't say I know exactly how you're feeling, but you should know that it's totally okay to feel that way. He put you through a lot and it wasn't fair, especially for how young you were. You need to know that you won't ever be like your father, you're Travis Phelps. You are your own person, no matter what your last name is or who your ancestors are, you are you. You don't ever have to worry about being him, because he was a horrible man, and you're one of the sweetest men I've ever met." Sal said, trying to lean down to see Travis' face. Tears had already began streaming down his tanned skin, his finger being stuck between his teeth as he tried to divert his eyes away.

"I used to be so mean to you. I acted just like him, I was just like my dad." Travis muttered, his voice shaky and quiet. It pained Sal to hear this, but he knew that it was just how Travis thought.

"Travis, I've already forgiven you. It was in high school and you've taken your rightful accountability, nobodys mad at you Travis. You were in so much pain, I don't blame you for being as defensive as you were years ago. You were in trouble, and it was never your fault. You didn't deserve that. Your dad has no power over you, you're your own man." Sal reassured once more, wrapping his arm around Travis and gently squeezing. After a moment of silence, the blonde leaned over and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. Sal shifted to fully wrap his arms around Travis and gently brush his finger's through his hair like before. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, silently taking in each other's presence.

"I'm going to get mint chocolate chip." Travis said out of the blue, a small chuckle leaving his lips as Sal let out a loud groan.

"You're not getting any kisses then, you old man." Sal teased, standing up with Travis with an arm still wrapped around his waist. They shared a look once they got to the front door. They both leaned in to have a gentle yet passionate kiss, Sal giggling into the gesture before pulling away.

"You better savour that, you're not getting anymore until that gross mint taste gets out of your mouth."