Travis Phelps |headcanons!|

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|he doesn't like admitting it, but he's actually scared of physical contact. For example, if you rest a hand on his shoulder, he'll be tense until you remove it.

You try to get him more used to it, like in private, you'll place your hand over his. Or you'll randomly hug him.

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Travis was reading the bible.. his legs crossed, and his back leaning up against a tree, the tree giving him some shade. He didn't even notice you were out there with him..

Until..

"Ack!-"

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Travis flinched, went completely stiff, and lifted his bible above his head and looked down at the sudden weight in his lap.

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"Hey Travis~, heheheh.."

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Travis scoffed and loosed up

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"Gay ass.."

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"You know you love me." :)

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"In your sinful dreams, freak.."

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"I scared you so bad.. pfft.."

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"Shut up! You weirdo.. leave me alone."

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"Your lap's comfy, though.."

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"God, you keep getting gayer by the second.."

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|Whenever you sneak over, the first thing he wants to do is cuddle, which. Yes, he isn't good with physical contact, and you often tease him about it whenever he asks. After you finally questioned why he always wants to cuddle you during the night, yet not during the day when you're both alone, he finally gave in and gave you an answer..

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"So like.. why?"

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"Can you stop questioning me all the time?"

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"No, you're too mysterious."

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"You're so chilish.."

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"Says the cuddle-bug."

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"Please never address me as that again.."

Travis gave a disgusted look

You only chuckled and crawled under his blankets and forced him to lay down.

"You still haven't answered. Are you trying to avoid the question?~"

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"It's not that it's just.. i.."

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"You're too embarrassed to explain the feelings of wanting to cuddle your best friend."

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"Not.. necessarily.."

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"Any other way you'd like to describe it?"

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"...Fine, I'll answer it.."

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"Whoa, new page you're turning onto phelps."

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"Just shut up and listen.."

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Travis got quiet for a second.. trying to find a way to put it into words ...

The thing is, he didn't know what to tell you and what not to..

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"Travis.. don't hold back, c'mon.. you can tell me."

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"My dad. That's.. most literally the reason.. he's so frustrating and... most of the time, he just yells at me or beats me.."

"So at the end of the day, when he leaves to do church business late at night.. and you arrive. All i wanna do is just..b-be held.. or whatever.."

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"..."

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You were literally speechless. You wanted to make a snarky comment on how cute his explanation was, but.. you felt as if he deserved a proper response..

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"And I'll be willing to be there for you"

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"..thanks, i guess..."

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You spooned him and snuggled into his neck.

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"Anytime, cuddle-bug"

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"Please, for the love of God and Christ, stop using that name.. it's gross and makes me wanna punch you.."

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"Heh.. alright, alright.."

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|Travis actually really hates being cold. You'd think of all the times he's wore shorts during the winter that he'd be completely fine... but no, He absolutely hates it. Yet.. the only types of pants he has are dress pants for church, and Kenneth could care less if Travis's is cold and says he shouldn't wear his nice-looking pants to school.

So.. Travis is forced to wear shorts.. all winter..

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Travis will sit out in the courtyard, his arms tightly wrapped around his legs in hopes the sweater sleeves will give some warmth to it.

That's when you come along..

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"Hey, you alright?.."

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"D-does it loook l-like it...?"

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"Here, lemme help."

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you rummaged through your bag and.. pull out a blanket–

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"What the f-fu...?"

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"What? It's a necessity."

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You wrapped Travis in the blanket and took his seat by the tree, and sat him on your lap.

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"There, now you're out of the snow."

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"..a-aren't you cold..?"

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"Worried about me, preacher boy?"

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"No, you freak, I'm just asking..."

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"For your information, I'm wearing three sweat pants and two pairs of underwear. The snow isn't gonna soak me now."

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"You could've just said no.."

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