Sally Face Oneshots

God loves gays

A/N 📌 -this is going to be so flipping gaaaaaay-

Travis POV
My arms wrapped around his waist, his tiny, tiny waist. He was so small in my hands. I loved it. I loved how his smile lit up my mood. I loved how his eyes twinkled and shined. I loved how his dimples was so beautifully imperfect. I loved how it took him seconds to do a math problem that would take me hours. His eyes searched mine for a second before he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "Travis, you're zoning out again." He snickered and grabbed my hand. I chuckled and slowly made my way up the stairs with him following close behind. "So you're dad isn't home right?" I nodded in response and placed my hand firmly on the doorknob to my bedroom. "Nope. He's not gonna be home for two days." I smirked and lifted up Y/N's chin. "That gives us plenty of time." His blushing red cheeks was easily the cutest of small things he did. We walked in and both plopped onto the bed. He groaned and stretched. He looked at me and widely smiled. That little thing that showed genuine affection was enough to make me drop dead from love. I placed my hand on his cheek and gently kissed his lips.

Y/N POV
It was the first time I'd ever been to his house. He always said no or wanted to be at my house. He told me it was because my parents were so nice and he wanted them to like him... but I knew the truth. Sal and Larry told me. I felt bad for putting him through this. I smiled through the kisses and leaned closer to him. I wanted there to be no gap between us. It hurt whenever I couldn't see him. I felt his cold hand slither up my thigh and up and down my waist. He let it rest on my hip and i felt him squeezing it.

"Let's go to sleep." Travis let go of me and got up from the bed. I watched, slightly confused, as he pulled off his shirt and turned to me. I looked at his body and frowned. "Please tell me it wasn't your dad." He took a confused glance at me before looking down himself. He sighed and rubbed his neck. "I don't want to lie." He unbuttoned his pants and just stood there in his boxers. I stood up and got my pants off as well. Travis smiled at me. He let his hand pull at my shirt in a way of telling me to take it off. I pulled my shirt off and sat back down. We looked at each other for what felt like forever before travis sat down next to me. He didn't like to admit it but he liked being the little spoon. I chuckled as I watched him lay down and wait for me. I crawled under the covers and snuggled up to my loving boyfriend.

TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY ~I AM A DISAPPOINTMENT TO MY FAMILY! CAN I HEAR A "WAHOO" IN THE COMMENTS?!~

Travis POV
I woke up to the sun shining onto my face. I don't remember leaving my curtains open. I frowned and sat up. My head shot to the side to reveal an empty bed. I stood up and grabbed on some sweatpants and a shirt. In the process of getting on my t-shirt, a glass shattered downstairs. I rushed down and harshly opened the door into the kitchen. My dad and Y/N were standing opposite each other around the kitchen island. My eyes widened as I saw how Y/N looked badly beaten. Blood running down his face from his nose and mouth. Bruises forming on his body and a black eye. I looked at my dad who were standing with a broken glass and holding it tightly in his grip. "Dad!" I yelled and caught the attention of them both. My father took one glance at me before turning away in disgust. "No son of mine sleeps with another boy! GET OUT!" He screamed the last part. Throwing the glass at the door. I walked over and grabbed Y/N's hand. We walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs. He was still in his underwear only. My hands quickly wrapped around him as he broke down crying. I watched as he got dressed and I made sure he wasn't too badly hurt. We decided on telling his parents.

Y/N POV
We packed some of Travis' stuff and left the house. As we walked it was quiet. None of us spoke. We just kept each other's hand intertwined. I pushed open the front door and put down the bags. Travis followed behind. My mom came out from the kitchen and was met with two badly bruised boys. My dad came out after my mom and grabbed a hold of my shoulders. "What the hell happened to you two?!" He gave Travis a dirty look before grabbing his chin. "If you hurt my son I will te-." My mom grabbed his hand. "Travis would never." They both left into the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Travis." I finally opened my mouth. He looked at me and sighed. "This is all my fault. Had I just woken up before you none of this would've happened." I pulled him into my arms. "I'm just happy I got you out of there." I could feel him smile against my shoulder. "Me too."