#sal fisher/travis phelps

[kn-1013]

Exploratory Surgery #3 - Orange Crush & Ne-Hi Soda

AKA how many Nicole Dollanganger references can I make in a single fanfiction. The answer is a lot.

Summary: Travis goes over his view of Sal and his crush on him. Word Count: 1815 Rating: T Pairing: Sal/Travis Warnings: References to child/domestic abuse, internalized homophobia and religious themes

A/N: The first one I've actually titled, lol. Makes some mild references to my other fic, "Death Lingering", up on AO3. Not needed to read this, but explains some stuff.

======== Hell has a name – Chapel Hill.

An arid wasteland of unheard prayers and belt-buckle lashings, it sits in the center of Nockfell surrounded by an ancient and decrepit stone wall, commanding a legacy of fear and reverence. The other side of the wall is unknown to me, but I was always good at pressing my ear against it and listening to the sounds of the adjacent unbound people.

Still, after all these years, I can’t tell if I’m locked inside or out.

I peer through cracks and holes in the carved out rock, just big enough to stick my fingers through. I can’t exactly tell what’s on the other side, but I’m scared of it. It’s full of a terrifying life that I know I can’t live myself, so I sit back from my side of the wall and I watch what pieces I can catch through the holes.

You are the way you waste, and I waste away by watching you.

Out there, you’re warm and content. I don’t see your smile, but I could pick out the sound of your laughter in a crowd of a hundred people. I watch you keep yourself busy by feeding your infinite curiosity, always sticking your plastic nose where it doesn’t belong, and often paying a price for it. But you don’t care, as long as you’re satisfied.

You’re cool.

I’ve almost always thought that.

Your dark clothes, your heavy jacket, your fingerless gloves. Your chipped black nail polish, the wallet chain that matches Larry’s, that stick and poke of a butterfly on your wrist. The way you always walk with purpose, the way the insults roll off of you, the sincerity of your words. The music, the backtalk, the friendship, the graveyard hangouts, the treehouse, the basement bedroom, the rebellion, all of it.

It’s cool.

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side, but I’d rather have your problems than mine. Creaky, leaky pipes bursting with green ooze in an allegedly haunted, run-down apartment complex with stained and matted carpets and a legacy of murder honestly doesn’t sound so bad to me compared to the things I have to come home to.

It would be a reasonable trade-off for friends. Family. People that check in on you. People who aren’t afraid to say hello to me in the halls. I could go check the mail and talk about the weather with someone like it’s normal. I could be a part of something.

I know it’s selfish, but I want it. I want it more than anything, and you have it.

You’re not as afraid of consequences as I think you should be. Maybe it’s because we’re different. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I’m just a coward, too weak-willed and spineless to fight for myself.

Maybe I’m afraid of coming out because it means I’ll get treated the same way I’ve treated you. Maybe I’m scared of losing the plausible deniability of the late bloomer when people finally see me for what I really am. Maybe I’m scared nobody will fight for me because I deserve it.

Maybe all of that’s true, but the thing I can’t stand the most is the way I know you would look at me with pride. Contentment, joy, peace. Your eyes would crinkle at the edges and that would be the only indication you could give that you were smiling. Put a hand on my shoulder, give me a hug, invite me to lunch, bring me to your friends. You’d reel me in for good, and I could never handle that.

I fear the weight of your forgiveness would crush me.

I’ve seen the depths of your shame and fear. I’ve seen the way you cry and scream and vomit and beg, writhing on the ground as memories of death’s touch strike you down again. I’ve touched the subdued terror in your soul with my bare hands, and they burned under the heat of it. I know the humiliation you hide behind that mask you call your face. I will always know you by your scars.

Even after everything you’ve been through, you’re hopeful. Kind. Genuine.

I don’t know how you do it.

You take my cruelty in stride, never taking your heart off of your cheek. You afford me more patience than I deserve. The earnest tone in your voice always shakes me to my core, threatening to break the hollow foundations of my disgraceful being, when you say that deep down I’m a good person, even though I don’t think there’s anything inside me anymore.

In my dreams, I can see your face. I can run my fingers through your hair. I can hold your sadness for you. I can touch your skin, your clothes, your lips. In my dreams, you walk me through town by the hand, and you look at me with your head cocked to the side like you always do when you’re observing. It’s peaceful, quiet, calm. We’re left alone.

In my dreams, I can trace your scars. The deep trenches of carved out flesh, the webbing that moves up into your hair. In my dreams, I can kiss the purple vein on your temple, the altered shape of your jaw, the tiny, protruding bump of your nasal bone. I could tell you that you don’t have to hide from me, I’m not scared of you. That I wouldn’t have you any other way. That it makes you who you are. That you’re cool.

In my dreams, nobody will ever touch us. But I could never really touch you either. Only in my dreams could I love you the way I want to, and for it, shame swallows me whole.

I remember how it started.

There was always this seed of sin inside of me. I didn’t plant it there, but I did bury it inside my heart. I pretended that it couldn’t grow its roots in me if I ignored it, but weeds don’t need you to water them yourself to grow into a parasitic garden. I covered it in my need for perfection and normalcy. I covered that in prayer, fear, guilt. I layered it all over this seed like pavement, but cracks grew in my facade fast, and through those cracks, the seed had sprouted.

If you trace the stems down underneath the concrete, you can find a cavity full of the tangled nest of the roots of my desire.

I hollowed out my soul trying to stop the spread, but all I did was make more room for it. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I have become completely and wholly infested. I know one day, hell will catch up to me, and the light in your soul can’t save me from my fate. I can tell myself anything I want, but I know that deep down, I will burn for it.

You were exempt from P.E. for several reasons, so I never saw you in the locker rooms, just on the bleachers, your head in your hands. You always looked tired when you sat there.

No, it was during one summer break I saw it. You and your friends were at the playground, dicking around on the monkey bars while I sat on the bench, half-reading my book, half-watching you through the cracks in my wall again.

You hung upside down, laughing at something Larry said. Your shirt slipped up, all the way to your armpits. It was all skin, hatched with sparse blue hairs on your chest and stomach. The waistband of your boxers, wrapped around your bony hips. Ribs, held just centimeters beneath, moving and bending as the rest of you did. Barely-used abdominal muscles struggled to keep your weight as you bent up, trying to pull yourself back down, and I still remember the way your stomach folded over itself when you finally got up there.

I can never erase it. That piece of you is locked inside of me forever. It keeps me going just as much as it holds me back. I’ll never let it go if it kills me.

I could never have what you have. I could never do what you do. I’m not strong like you are, I’m a coward. I’m weak, worthless, and empty. There’s nothing inside of me worth looking at, let alone anything worth saving, I know that. God knows that. But I can watch you through the cracks. Pretend I’ll one day take you up on your offer and talk to you, let you in. I’ll keep you at arm’s length, saying words that sound like they mean something, then disappear again.

I could never be like you, but I can watch you from afar, and that’s enough for me.

When the last bell of the day rings, I watch as you and your friends are the first ones out of those double doors, laughing and tripping over yourselves on the stairs as you stumble into the rainy streets. I watch as you all join hands, spinning around in barely coherent circles, words unintelligible, youthful energy palpable. The sound of your joy cuts through the ice-cold rain, straight into my stomach, watering the weeds I can’t pull out of my chest. The ambivalence of your mask does nothing to hide the unbridled joy you have for the moment, eyes crinkled and head bobbing to the loose rhythm, until your feet stumble over themselves; you’re the first to fall over and you take everyone down with you, laughing onto the soggy ground.

You all lay, cradled by mud and grass, hands grasping for one another as you keep pulling each other down, cursing and teasing each other while the wet dirt and plant life stain your clothes.

For a moment, you catch me watching. Your head on the ground, tilted back to look at me with an upside-down view. The rain is beginning to stop now, and your blue eyes find mine more clearly as the skies began to empty of their storm clouds. I see that look in your eye. You want to greet me, to run up to me, talk to me, but I don’t let you. Won’t let you. You want to pull me in so badly, but I can’t do it.

Watching you is all I can let myself have. But you’ll never understand that, which is why I saw your deep-blue irises, full of life and contentment, and I walked away from them, even as they called my name.

I feel the flames of Hell licking the backs of my ankles as I run from you again.

One day it will come to claim its pounds of flesh from my body, and when it’s done, there won’t be anything left for you to bury.

Until then, you are the way you waste, and I waste away by watching you.

[mawny666]

[simorys]

Tried a slightly different style :3

[oiarlert]

these punks

[pinksparklydietcoke]

I never used tumblr i hope im doing it right anyways here's some art !

[cassianyis]

[codybees]

gym class

[knockfell]

Tall child

[radical69rose]

This sketch was too vigorous and glorious not to post, I’m so proud of this holy nuts

[mdpaws]

aquarium date 🪼

[salfishersface]

Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - Virgin headcannons for Sal, Larry and Travis.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.1k.

{Caffeinate Me}

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who had never thought he would engage in sexual activity was shocked when you brought up sex to him for the first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who was so nervous when you hooked your fingertips around the waistband of his underwear that he had to hold onto the bedsheets to keep himself grounded. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who was already so hard for you and who’s tip was leaking precum let out loud moans as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, savouring the taste of his pre. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who felt like he was going to burst into tears from the pleasure you were giving him as you sucked on his cock. Your cheeks hollowed as you moved up and down his length slowly. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept on going quickly pulled you away by your hair. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who let you take control, admired you as you lay down onto the plush mattress and opened your legs for him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who was shaking with anticipation as he slicked his cock between your sticky folds, lubricating himself. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who slowly inched himself inside of you with a wanton moan leaving his lips. His mind was completely overtaken with pleasure as he fully bottomed out inside of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who waits for your go ahead before he starts moving.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who moves inside of you so slowly because he’s scared he’s going to cum immediately. He can’t help but grasp the bedsheets next to your head in an attempt to hold back from all he wants to do to you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who takes off his prosthetic mid-fuck so he can see you better and press kisses to your lips and neck. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who lets his mouth trail down to the valley of your breasts, kissing them with earnestness as his thrusts speed up. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who cums inside of you without a second thought, his hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip and deep inside of your womb.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SAL who is no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who had been eager to have sex with you for the longest time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who had gotten hard from making out with you, had pulled you onto his lap and began kissing down your neck. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who was desperate to feel you, groped your breasts greedily as you let out soft moans that were like music to his ears.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, pushed you onto the bed and stared at your glistening cunt. He couldn’t believe he was about to have sex for the first time. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who nuzzled his head between your legs, almost immediately began to lap at your clit, sucking on the swollen nub as if it were his last ever meal. He loved the way you tasted and the way your hands flew to his long, brown hair in a futile attempt to push him away. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who felt like he could cum just by eating you out.     

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who slipped two fingers inside of you easily marvelled at the way your cunt grasped around his fingers and was excited to know how you’d feel around his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who was amazed when you squirted in his face at the pleasure he was giving you. He lapped up your juices eagerly and grinned at you as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance before slamming into you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who didn’t even give you a minute to adjust to his length before he was pounding into you desperately. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who was desperate to make you cum around his cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who covered your mouth with his hand so his mother didn’t hear the two of you having sex. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who let his inner animal come out with each thrust inside your gaping cunt. He was forceful and brutal as his hips sped up their movements. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who pulled out of you and jerked off for a few seconds before he came on your stomach. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who just wanted to go at it again, desperate to feel you around him once more. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who shoved his still hard cock back into your hole and continued fucking you like a wild animal. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LARRY who is no longer a virgin because of you. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who had never masturbated before got so hard at your first kiss together. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who was so ashamed of himself he blew up at you as he covered his crotch. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who tried his hardest to hide his erection from you but failed miserably. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who was shocked and disgusted when you got onto your knees and offered to help him out with his raging ‘problem’.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who clicked his tongue and looked away from you as you slowly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who let out a shaky breath as you licked the underside of his stiffened cock. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who thought it was wrong to be doing this before marriage, but couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who wrapped his fingers through the length of your hair as you began to properly suck him off. His eyes watered with shame and disgust, but also with pleasure and need. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who slowly begins to fuck your mouth, finding a rhythm comfortable for him. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who pulls his cock out of your mouth and falls onto his bed, watching with wide eyes as you undress yourself. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who lets you control him, lets you ride him for the first time considering he had no idea what he was doing. He sucks in a breath as you lower yourself onto his straining length. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who moans your name loudly as he bottoms out into you. He lets you set the pace and bounce at your leisure. His eyes wide as he watches your breasts bounce with each of your movements. 

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who cums inside of you prematurely from a lack of overstimulation and the beautiful sight of your body hovering above him. His eyes widen once more when he realises what he’s done and the consequences that could come from him finishing inside you.  : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!TRAVIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: he isn't yours so why do you get so jealous?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: jealously, you're possessive but sal likes it, he doesn't believe anyone would love him :( cringy confession; reader is a dork i fear (she is me)

⊱✿⊰ notes: i heard this song and had this daydream and was like dang this would be a fire fanfic so here we are. ALSO WHERE ARE ALL THE SALLY FACE FANS LIKE I WRITE FOR IT GUYS NOTICE ME ahem anyway

⊱✿⊰ taglist: @fashionablysouly @kozumesphone

You had a secret: you were excruciatingly and agonizingly in love with your best friend, Sal Fisher. Okay so maybe it wasn't a secret to anyone except for Sal himself but it was still something you would rather die before Sal found out. He definitely didn't see you that way and he would probably reject you immediately if he found out. So it was safer to just not say anything.

He didn't need to know about the nights spent screaming into your pillow or crying in Ashley's arms over how sickeningly giddy his voice made you. He didn't need to know how easily he made your heart beat like you ran a marathon or how easily he made you feel like your head was in the clouds.

However that led to dilemmas such as the one you found yourself in currently. You were probably the most aware of Sal'a attractive but unfortunately, you were not the only one to notice it. So it was common as was happening right then, to find a girl start talking his ear off obviously trying to flirt with him.

"You're so funny, Sallyy," The girl giggled, sitting across from Sal at the cafeteria table. You tried to stop your glare from settling into your face but it was far too late, jealousy was disease that affected you quickly and viciously.

She was beautiful with tanned skin and soft lips, she was perfect and far more in the league of someone as incredible of Sal. But no, she doesn't deserve Sal. She doesn't know him like you do, she doesn't ache in her bones at the thought of being near him. She can't have him.

"You might as well leave." Larry commented to her, seeming far to amused as he glanced at you. You felt self conscious and tried to relax your face from the deadly look you had been casting on that girl. He continued, "[Name] is far too jealous to let you stay for much longer."

Murder should be legal, you quickly decided as you shot a look at Larry that made him well aware he would not be living for much longer. Why the hell would he say that? In front of Sal too?

Did he want you to die of heartbreak? Surely Larry fucking Johnson was praying on your downfall because there is no other logical reason for him to have done that. Unless he has a death wish.

"[Name] isn't dating Sal. Isn't that right, honey?" The girl replied, placing her hand over top Sal'`. That was when you snapped; how dare she touch Sal?

Before you could fully process thinking you grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from Sal. You looked at her, trying to cool the inferno of anger in your gaze as you said, "That boy is mine. Touch him again and I break all of your bones."

The girl let out a whimper and quickly rushed away, leaving a majority of the lunch room's eyes on you. You sunk into your seat, far too afraid to glance at the blue haired boy beside you. You were beyond embarrassed by your possessiveness, who were you to say he was yours?

Larry and Ashley were absolutely cackling, way too amused to see this side of you publicly outed to the boy you loved with your entire soul. Sal turned to look at you, his prosthetic hiding any hint of emotion you could have gotten.

"I'm yours?" He asked, his voice making your tummy rumble and roll. Even his voice was attractive, it physically wasn't fair to exist beside him and not have him to kiss and hold.

"Have you really not noticed, Sally?" Ashley asked, nudging you on the shoulder. You bit the inside of your cheek, preferring none of this to happen. Why did your feelings have to come out this way?

Sal made a confused noise but you grabbed his arm, and said, "Can I talk to you alone?" He nodded and let you lead him away from the lingering stares, into the hallway which was far more empty.

"What's up with you?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt his gaze on your face, making it warm even more. Although that didn't seem quite possible with how feverish every inch of your skin felt. You looked down at your shoes, trying to stall the confession.

"I don't want you dating anyone." You said finally, jealously arising yet again as you remember that girl flirting with Sal. He let out a huff of confusion, his eyes still directly on you. Crap, you had to explain more.

"Seeing those girls flirt with you or hearing them make those vile comments about the things they want to do to you. It makes me so angry, it isn't fair. I don't want you dating anyone except for me. I want you to be my boyfriend." You ranted, feeling your blood boil as you remember all the times you had gotten jealous.

When Sal froze, you realized what you said. Oh no no no, he is going to reject you and never talk to you again. If only there was a self destruct button on your body you could press in this moment.

He kept staring at you, making you wish you could see beneath his mask to have a guess at how he was feeling. How disgusted he might be at your ridiculous feelings for him.

"why do you like....me?" He finally asked, sounding shocked that you could have feelings for him. Your gaze shot back up to meet his, and you saw the surprise (and dare you say, happiness?) in his eye.

"Why wouldn't I like you, Sal? You're so amazing and god I love you so much I think I've gone insane." You replied, feeling almost breathless with this string of honesty. His body finally relaxed and you could almost sense the smile beneath his mask.

"I love you too, [Name.]" Sal replies quietly, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You felt your lips part with surprise, not believing your ears. Sal must have noticed your shock because he laughed and leaned closer, interlacing your hand with his deliciously cold fingers.

"Yes, you can be my boyfriend." You said, rambling slightly. You must've been injected with a dose of caffeine because you kissed his mask right where his lips lay under. Then you ran away, giggling like a lunatic. You stopped in a hallway, feeling flushed and faint and giddy and ridiculous.

Finally that boy truly was yours.

[pumpkinlutik]

kids

[verymerrymart]

[ezicx]

Agreed. The mask is beautiful.

[jackalteef]

happy pride, i love them so much

(reference pic from pinterest)