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Pressure of pride

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In the dimly lit corner of the schoolyard, I, Travis Phelps, found myself entangled in a conversation with Larry Johnson. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension, my façade of toughness faltering in the face of my hidden truth.

"Phelps," Larry addressed me, the usual cold distance in his eyes.

"What do you want, Johnson?" I retorted, attempting to maintain the mask of aggression that hid the turmoil within.

He leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, and for a moment, the noise of the world faded away, leaving only the two of us. "You don't have to be such an ass, you know."

My heart raced, the weight of my secret pressing down on me. "Easy for you to say," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Larry's eyes softened, a hint of curiosity breaking through. "You don't have to keep up this act, Phelps. It's not fooling anyone."

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, contemplating whether to let down my guard. "You think you know everything, huh?"

"Maybe not everything, but I can see through the act," Larry replied, his tone unexpectedly gentle.

As the words lingered between us, I wrestled with the suffocating silence. Could I summon the courage to confess the truth, to reveal the storm within me? The weight of my father's expectations and the fear of rejection paralyzed me. The secret, like a heavy anchor, kept me tethered to a life of lies.All Rights Reserved

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✔️STRONG [L.S] by rikirriki

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

The Naughty List | MxM by ElijahDiva

Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.

east of eden 𑁋 salvis. by sxnitysfxlll

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. also posted on my ao3, don't worry, i'm not copywriting anyone!

Bad Idea (Salvis) by Cl0s3your3y3s

Cover Art made by Neosucho (@iconrip) Sal Usually tries to hang out with Travis on the weekends, even though Travis was still his bully, He volunteered to tutor Travis, and everything else to be with him. Or at least get along. he wanted to make things better, to say the least. Travis Always thought it was a Bad Idea, to sit beside his crush like that. Alot of Sal's friends still hated Travis. they always wondered what made Sal like him so much. (Half of the content of these chapters are brainrot references) TW: Slurs Swearing Mental Breakdowns Mention of Self-harm Mention of Child Abuse Internal Homophobia #55 in sallyface (12/15/24)

Go away. - Salvis. by m1lesm0ral3s

ABANDONED STORY :( Travis Phelps, A 17 year old Christian boy who's life revolves around god, he's gay, and that's the one thing he hates about himself so badly, he wishes that he could control his feelings but, it was so hard, how was he supposed to? TRIGGER WARNINGS: homophobia, bullying, mentions of sh, Angst, Sucide mentions. mentions of eating disorders.

Your my missing home..//Salvis fanfic!// by Rebound_lover

This story is about a boy. A boy with blonde hair, his name is travis. Travis never belived that he was able to feel safe. To have a home that made him feel happy and wanted. He never had that special home. Even from childhood he didnt have it good, his father got worse over the years and the forced cristianity took a tole on the boy. Soon his last year of highschool, he met a boy. A boy who would forever change him. Travis met the boy and was a total nunce to him, soon though he would begin to question everything. Why he thought about him so much. Why he wanted to hug him, why he dreamt about kissing him. Why everything reminded him of sal. But as that all happened, he tried to pray and push it down. He tried to take it out on himself. Tried to take it out on sal. He tried to get sal away and distance himself and couldn't understand why the feelings only got stronger. He would soon find out and learn how to exept his sexuality. Though his father was in the way of that being fully successful.. But he managed to find his home, his safe place. tw// ed, self harm, abuse, lemons, homophobia, racism, grooming, vomit, spit, gore, trauma, troubled past, bullying, murder, alchol, alcholics, This story will have nsfw parts eventually. I had a story going but i kinda deleted it. I completely hated it so now i wanna write more angst. Please if you have any ideas on anything else i should write let me know!:)) Enjoy!!

F4ğ§ | Ł4řvı§ | DISCONTINUED by M1SI0NC0MRY

This is my first Larvis wattpad so it's not good! this contains: - bullying - Homophobia (*ahem* Travis) - drug use (Larry and Travis, cuz why not?) - suicide attempts - suicide - self harm - cursing - mentions of suicide/abuse - child abuse - blood - the f slur (I am allowed to say it) - cannibalism - self hate - guns - attempted murder - torture

Run Away With Me by xXLunar_AngleXx

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!

Problematic Love. by iixkait

Sal x Travis story blah blah blah. I'm tired of writing descriptions 😭. No ghosts, Goblins, Demons, cults, human bologna, WHATEVER. anyways have fun reading 😍 Warnings: Cursing Abuse Suicide mentions Self Harm I can't think of anything else. #1 on salvis on 5/22/24

The Bromance Scheme (boyxboy) (Editing) by NewKhaleesi

I took a deep breath, it was my turn and I was already feeling uneasy about this game. I sat there waiting to hear my 'death sentence'. "Justin I dare you to kiss Jason," Hannah said grinning. I went numb those six words echoed in my ears I froze. If I don't then they would know that the scheme we had for so long was fake and if I do I know it would change our friendship forever. "Well go ahead we all know about the budding 'bromance' or romance shall I say between you two, we just want to see it ourselves," she continued that made no sense to me I wanted to curse her but it was as if my lips were stapled together. I looked around at everyone in the small circle the girls were grinning and blushing , the boys were smirking then I looked at Jason he had the same facial expression. I finally snapped back to reality when I realize she was pushing me towards him.... I took a deep breath and leaned forward.... This is happening because of our little scheme and I guess our sins caught up with us now we have to face them.... I know this will change everything forever.... All Rights Reserved-DarkOverlordKira Get your own Ideas ... ._. Copyright ©

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✔️STRONG [L.S] cover

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Go away. - Salvis. cover

Your my missing home..//Salvis fanfic!// cover

F4ğ§ | Ł4řvı§ | DISCONTINUED cover

Run Away With Me cover

Problematic Love. cover

The Bromance Scheme (boyxboy) (Editing) cover

✔️STRONG [L.S]

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.