Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

Travis and Sal were always neck to neck against each other. Sal never really understood why, because he never did anything wrong at Nockfell. Travis always hated Sal and no one knew why. But Travis was always that way. Sal learned to just ignore it but sometimes his best friend Larry would always butt in. One day Sal was a bit too curious about Travis and found out too much. Worked on this secretly during vaca to give y'all something to read that isn't old and isn't the yandere 😋 1# for travisphelps 🥳 1# for Phillip 🥳 Warnings: Cursing Blood Abuse F slur is used Suicidal thoughts Suicidal attempt (All major things like abuse, and suicidal attempts are warned at the top of the chapter/chapter name(or number))

~Travis Phelps, a 17 year old boy from Nockfell County, who grew up in what most people would view as a "sheltered" catholic home, (which stems from homophobia, hate, and abuse,) struggles with his sexuality as he realizes that girls have no real appeal to him, and that a certain blue boy, may have more of an effect on him than anyone else 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 has. Sal Fisher, the 16 year old boy from Jersey, who already has himself mostly figured out, and "caused" this whole mess, can't seem to understand how someone can be so hateful towards someone he doesn't know. Struggles with the death of his mother and his alcoholic father, and experiences the ups and downs of teenage love, lead to rough nights on the phone with a certain blonde boy. Will he, and his forbidden lover find internal peace, or will their hopes and dreams plummet to the floor with the sound of a single door opening?~ 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 None of the characters within the Sally Face storyline are mine; I do not take credit for any of the characters, or for the game/the game's story line. This fanfiction is not based on a true story. I will be sure to use trigger warnings for any and all of the following: Self-Harm Sexual Assault Discriminatory Topics (Homophobia, Transphobia, etc.) Abuse Hateful Speech Suicide Drugs Alcohol Chemically-Induced Highs Please be sure to contact me if there are any trigger warnings I missed, and I will be sure to include them and use them as needed. By reading this book, you acknowledge and understand that I, as an author, do not take responsibility for any triggers you may have, and I am not required to edit/take anything down unless it violates the Wattpad TOS. Thank you, and happy reading!

He stared into my eyes with disbelief. I could tell he was thinking, "you crazy fucking kid." I kept my head high as my neck continued to bleed. Warnings: Abuse Cursing F slur Blood Suicidal Thoughts

Travis grew up knowing a couple things. One of those things was that being gay was a sin, and that if you were gay, or anything like that, you're going to hell. Or at least, that's what he was told. But after an incident with Sal in the boys washroom, Travis starts to think that he might have been wrong the whole time. Just a quick warning, this is a pretty heavy story and contains things like abuse (both verbal and physical), drug use, suicidal thoughts and attempts, slurs and swearing. I'm adding trigger warnings but read carefully, don't force yourself to read anything you don't want to :) Otherwise enjoy the story!

---UNDERGOING EDITING!!!---- Cw: gore, abuse, scars, blood, underage alcohol/drug usage, foul language, ect No smut. Fluff only. I spoke before he could hurt me again. "I know what's under the church, father." His face twisted with anger, but I kept going, tightening my grip on his wrist. "And I'm fascinated with it." "What do you mean, boy?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to join the Devourers of God." (This story actually has a plot:) None of these characters, art, ect belongs to me. All rights go to the creator of the sally face games :)

The continuation of "I Wish You'd Just Shut Up Already" TW:‼️‼️ Homophobia, Racism, Alcohol mention/use, Drug mention/use, Sexual Assault/R@pe, mentions of pedophilia/grooming, Self harm, suicide‼️‼️

A Salvis Slow burn ig 😃 ‼️(TW: Abuse, and Suicide, OD, Grooming/Pedophilia, homophobia/transphobia :TW)‼️ (I apologize in advance if this is bad, I tried my best. it's just to help with my hyper fixation---)

The last person Sal thought he'd end up falling for was Travis Phelps, but as he'd learned time and time again, the unexpected was to be expected. WORD COUNT: 160,833 STARTED: NOVEMBER 12, 2021 FINISHED: DECEMBER 27, 2022

I have barely seen anyone write on this ship so I'm taking the matter into my own hands! And I swear if people call me a proshiper imma fucking kill someone! Anyway ‼️hobie is aged down!!‼️ (he's around 16-17) This takes place in miles' universe and basically hobie just comes and visits miles and crashes some times. This is my first story so please no hate comments! This is the first ship I feel obligated to write about. Anyway enjoy!!👍🏼WARNING!!! There !!might!! be ⚠️smut!⚠️(first time writing it please don't judge🙏) won't be for a bit tho