Losing My Religion || Sally Face; Travis Phelps x Reader

You met Travis Phelps at a bus stop in Mankato, Minnesota, ten minutes before a nasty rainstorm.

He hadn't introduced himself then. Neither had you, as strangers rarely introduce themselves when sitting on either side of a bus station bench. Silence had stretched in the space between, natural as anything. To you, at least.

It was the aggressive knee-bouncing that drew your full attention. He shook the metal bench with the force of it. You followed the line of that wiry leg up the column of him as a whole, and found a bedraggled man wired from head to toe.

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Fandom: Sally Face
Travis Phelps/Reader
General age range: 18-25
Content warnings: PTSD, mentions of child/domestic abuse, graphic depictions of panic attacks and meltdowns, possible adult content.
POV: 2nd person.
Tense: Past imperfect. Present after Ch. 1.
Notes: Y/N is not used. Reader's features are undescribed. I go out of my way to use as few relative pronouns as possible, but when they show up, they will be they/them/theirs, etc. This fic is meant to be as smooth, immersive and inclusive as possible. If you have any criticism or suggestions I would love to hear it.

Premise: Travis gets the fuck out of dodge at age 20. Dodge being Nockfell, in this instance. Hurt/comfort.