#treehouse gang

[bumpkin-bug]

Apologies if you already have so many requests but may I pretty please request Treehouse Gang? Its okay if not please don’t burn yourself out 👍

The sillies everrr

[parsley-the-crow]

Oh uh.. silly question but who cooks, who cooks and burns the food and who watches from the table waiting for food out of Admin trio?? Maybe even from treehouse gang too, if that's okay ofc!!

Every version of Jesse is an incredible cook. This started out as a voice actor joke - I think you know the one - but now I've genuinely thought about it in the context of canon, and Jesse is the default group organizer and a social butterfly. They feel like the type of person who would love host things and make all sort of snacks or dishes for events. Or somebody that would be really generous about giving you food to comfort you, or taking you to get something to eat as an ice breaker, or talk to you about shit while they were cooking. 10/10, cooks like a grandma. In my AU she still can cook, but she uses made up command ingredients. She is a vegetarian tho

Axel in either version is a surprisingly good cook. Understanding explosives involves understanding chemistry and an intuitive grasp on what a given amount of power would do to a given thing. TNT rouges are typically a lot more careful than their reputation suggests for this reason. 7/10, never burns the food. He's more of a low effort cereal, take out, or just let Jesse make whatever sort of guy.

Olivia wouldn't know. She's never done it before. If she did she would be so exact following the recipe that she'd be fine, but she's scared to try. ??/10

Romeo is the best cook of admin trio. No reason in particular, he doesn't even like cooking that much. He's just inexplicably good at it. 10/10, cooks like a professional chef. This does mean he has unrealistically high standards like a food critic though.

Xara is no longer aloud to use the kitchen appliances.

Fred likes baking better than cooking! He's a farmer and gardener so sometimes he make like, soup with the garden vegetables. But he makes all kinds of baked goods more often. 10/10, bakes like a grandma.

Don't apologize for asking silly things, those are my favorite! We already know the plot of Minecraft: Story Mode. I'm not interested in just rehashing all the same plot points just reskinned. The AU is probably going to consist of little comics of these characters doing things that illustrate their dynamic. Maybe actual plot points that deviate from the original in interesting way. But in any case, this is my favorite kind of thing to think about.

[parsley-the-crow]

Do you wanna geek out over it discussing which MCSM characters would have what role in what clan? Imma go first

Treehouse Gang were a group of Thunderclan apprentices coming to their first Gathering. The Ocelots were a group of Shadowclan apprentices who had been there before. They don't know each other in this version. But every kit knows the story of the Order of the Stone who were a bunch of warriors from different clans who had to band together to save the forest (or something.)

In the beginning of season two, Jesse is the leader of Thunderclan and Stella is the leader of Shadowclan or Riverclan or something. Radar is Jesse's apprentice, but he's one of those cats who was a loner and gets adopted into the clan. Which is how he knows Stella. I dunno how the fuck we're going to introduce Romeo, but cats with supernatural abilities aren't exactly unheard of in this

Ivor is a medicine cat

I'm coming out to you all as a warrior cats fan

[mcsm-confessions]

Look I know The Fandom tends to make Olivia the most sane of the original treehouse gang but I personally believe that everyone in the group has one brain cell that they all take turns co-parenting and Rueben is the one who usually ends up with the brain cell. Do you see the vision.

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[pluralquotebook]

System dad/caretaker, talking about me, the main host: "It's like trying to take care of a stupid ass teenager with no self preservation but I can't actually prevent them from doing anything."

The Treehouse Collective

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[teratocore]

Seeing people who hate Jet fr like actually unironically loathe him and not in a joking “get a load of this guy” type way really makes me wonder if we watched the same show.

[standbyme-shit]

Made a SPN post that kinda pissed off some w*ncesties so now I’m hanging out in the Stand By Me fandom for a while

[redstonetrapblocks]

TREEHOUSE GANG I LVOE

[welfare-debutante]

[mcsm-confessions]

Og Treehouse gang was fucking broke. They’re broke as fuck. They live in a goddamn treehouse with only one room, they don’t even have a bathroom. They Barely scrape by with numerous odd jobs around town. They survive by eating copious amounts of suspicious stew. Power of found family friendship can’t pay the damn bills.

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[beababoobies]

ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)

mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them

hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers

GOD DAMN.

would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)

(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)

hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.) 

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope

The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.

Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours. 

You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing. 

That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.

In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.

“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight. 

But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you. 

That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones. 

Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you. 

“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.

“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck. 

He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.

He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for. 

His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.

The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.  

“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.

Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick. 

He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.

He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop. 

“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him. 

He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.

 “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” 

[ithroweggsatbillionaires]

this one's like 90% the treehouse gang I don't know what happened either

[lostlikesaebyeok]

HEY GANG 💥💥💥 can we get a fic with se-mi x f!reader based off treehouse by alex G and emily yacina 🥳🥳🥳🔫🔫🔫🔫😅😅

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒔𝒆-𝒎𝒊 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: you can stay

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: se-mi x fem!reader

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒂𝒖: post-squid game au

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: soft romance, surreal intimacy, light possessiveness, songfic

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: quiet obsession framed gently, soft clinginess, surreal tone, codependency, established sapphic relationship, lyrics-inspired structure

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:

se-mi doesn’t like people. her space is hers. her silence is sacred.

but you? you’re allowed in. into the treehouse, the noise, the parts of her she doesn’t even understand.

she loves you like a secret she never meant to tell.

and you’re not allowed to leave. not now, not ever.

it starts with a door.

“do not enter” is scrawled in faded red paint, crooked and chipped at the edges, like a warning that was never meant to be followed. it’s not locked. hasn’t been for years. still, you knock.

twice.

then again, softer. your knuckles rest against the wood.

inside, there’s shuffling. the thud of something hitting the floor. and then her voice, raspy from sleep, worn down but still unmistakably hers.

“i thought i said no one.”

you lean your forehead against the door. “i’m not no one.”

a pause. then: a small, tired sigh. the sound of a latch turning.

the door creaks open.

there’s se-mi. your girlfriend, your girl, your favourite person in the whole damn world. barefoot in one of your hoodies, hair messy and eyes half-lidded like she’d just woken from a nap she hadn’t meant to take. she looks at you like she’s trying to be annoyed, but her mouth betrays her with a flicker of a smile.

“fineee you can stay,” she says, soft.

you step inside. she lets you kiss her.

it’s a sleepy kiss. her hand finds your wrist like she needs to make sure you’re real. your lips brush hers once, then again, slower, deeper. her breath catches.

“hi,” you murmur.

“hi,” she says, and it almost sounds like i missed you.

the treehouse isn’t really a treehouse anymore. not since the foundation started to sag, not since the ladder rotted through and she put in a plank ramp instead. it leans to one side, like it’s tired of holding itself up. but inside, it’s warm.

there’s a blanket piled on the couch. fairy lights half-strung across the ceiling. a teacup with dried paintbrushes in it. a photo of you and her pinned to the wall with tape. her world, quiet and small and strange, and yours, too, now.

you sit with her on the couch, legs tangled. she rests her head on your shoulder, and you kiss the top of her hair. she smells like dust and sunlight, and a little like your shampoo.

“you know.. i used to pretend this place was a ship,” she says after a while.

you smile. “like a pirate ship?”

“mmhm. i’d shout orders to no one. stack pillows like treasure chests. i made my mom walk the plank once.”

you laugh, and she grins.

“you’re still bossy, you know,” you tease.

she turns toward you, eyes narrowed like she’s pretending to be offended. “i’m the captain. that’s the job.”

“can i be your deputy?”

“you already are.”

you lean in, kiss her again, this time slower and sweeter. her hand slides behind your neck, and she pulls you closer until you’re nearly in her lap, breath mingling. it’s gentle, unhurried. familiar in the way only something well-loved can be.

when you finally pull back, she presses her forehead to yours.

“you know,” she whispers, “i don’t think i’m ever gonna let you leave.”

your smile grows crooked. “good. i don’t want to.”

hours pass in fragments.

she shows you her newest sketch. a strange little drawing of two girls in a floating house, tethered to the sky by strings of stars. you ask if they’re supposed to be you and her. she shrugs, but her blush gives her away.

you kiss her again.

you talk about random things. you tell her how you got caught in the rain on your way over. how you saw someone who looked like her on the subway last week and it made your chest ache.

she listens. she always does.

and then she asks quietly “what do you think of my treehouse?”

you look around, at the fairy lights, the sketches. the soft way she’s looking at you, like you hung the stars just to make her smile.

you kiss her cheek. her jaw. her mouth.

“i think it’s perfect,” you say.

outside, the sky turns violet. birds call in the trees, soft and distant. the world blurs out. in here, she’s all you feel.

you curl into her on the couch, your head on her chest, your arm slung over her waist. she strokes your back lazily, her fingertips brushing up and down like a lullaby.

“i love you,” she murmurs. half-asleep. whole-hearted.

you smile against her skin. “i love you too.”

and you mean it. in this quiet, crooked treehouse, in this tiny corner of the world where she lets you in, you love her with everything you have.

and you stay.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ likes = kisses for @eunchacha /p

♡ tags: @eunchacha @ilovesawbyeokandjjmaybank @saeshairtie @gyuyoungg @saphicsaturn @gg0mezz @lyzem @janegrapefruitttt @reynadeluniverso @laylaheinz @laurenkenss @bleedingwhiteroses222 @maevelovessae

[carmyn-rambles]

I watched this on loop throughout the day today. I love it so much. I swear. It's amazing. I LOVE IT

Zachary's art is always lovely to see/look at, and the characters are drawn so well and expressive and AAAAAAAAAAAA

a silly animation of GLITCHWAVE & lumina

Oh, and their swap au thingy

[merxcywritesthings]

𝑆𝑎𝑙 𝐹𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

Characters: Sal Fisher

TW: None, this is all fluff :)

a/n: My first ever written piece for Tumblr! I’m very excited to publish this for you all to read. The rest of the gang will be coming soon, don’t worry! With that being said, enjoy!

𝐒𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫:

♡ My favorite baby blue boy 💙

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

♡ You two met when you moved into Addison Apartments!

♡ You and your family had moved in the apartment that was beside Todd. Your family had encouraged you to go around a meet your neighbors since you had already finished unpacking, and lucky for you, you just happened to run into the blue haired boy with pigtails talking to a kid with glasses, who you presumed to be his friend.

♡ Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, you figured you would introduce yourself to them later. Little did you know you caught the attention of the pigtailed boy as you walked past them, kind of had the look he gave towards Ashley in the second chapter!

♡ Asks Larry or Chug if they had met you and asks a million questions about you also.

♡ He goes out of his way to find more information about you, that cool book you just read about? He will finish the entire book or series that night. Just saw this cool movie? He’s watching it as soon as he gets home from school. This band you recently got into? He’s buying all their albums. He wants to learn everything about you.

♡ Finally, he goes up to apartment door—thankfully you answer and not one of your parents—and introduces himself and soon he finds himself enthralled by you.

♡ Now you two are officially attached at the hip, going where the other goes.

♡ Larry can see Sal growing more and more fond of you each day that passes. Even poking at Sal to make a move already.

♡ Sal finally works up the courage to ask you out that night and asks you at school if you wanted to hang out at his apartment later, and of course you agree.

♡ Freaks out. Tremendously. Is running around the apartment like crazy making sure everything is tidy and neat before you arrive. Even has Larry come up to help him.

♡ Larry tries to calm down Sal, telling Sal that he just needs to breathe and stop worrying because she likes you for who you are and isn’t going to judge you.

♡ That isn’t to say you aren’t freaking out about this too, you have only ever hung out with Sal at school, the treehouse, Larry’s room or Todd’s room.

♡ Panicking, you call Ashley and she tells you the same thing Larry said to Sal.

“Just breathe, Reader; Sal cares for you in his own quiet way, I’ve seen the look in his eyes whenever you’re near. The way he remembers the things that matter to you, it’s obvious that he loves you. You just need to tell him.”

♡ Those words brought you comfort, and little did Sal know you planned on doing the same thing he was doing.

♡ Soon, the time arrives for you to head over to Sal’s place to hang out.

♡ You two are having so much fun, playing with his Gearboy, Messing with Gizmo, watching horror movies, etc.

♡ You even got to meet Sal’s dad, who tells you to call him Henry instead of Mr. Fisher—he jokingly told you that Mr. Fisher is name you would use to call an old person and he isn’t ready for that title yet.

♡ Then the time comes where he feels confident enough to ask you to be his.

♡ When he does ask you out, I picture you guys having a Luz and Amity moment from the Owl House—when Luz tries to ask out Amity but she’s beat Luz to it first.

𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩:

♡ He 100 percent trusts you—after all you did ask him to date you—but it takes him a while to take his prosthetic off around you, like months.

♡ Once he feels more comfortable with you, the mask is always off.

Side note: Sal loves it when you take in consideration of his skincare, I headcanon that Sal has very sensitive skin after the incident and can only use certain brands of soap to wash his face with. One time you found a brand that wouldn’t aggravate his skin and offered to help him wash his face with it, he started to cry.

♡ Sal would try and be the best boyfriend he could be: never forgetting anniversaries, reminding you of your schedule, helping you with homework, etc.

♡ Would absolutely teach you how to play guitar in your guys spare time.

♡ Writes little songs for you on and sometimes plays them for you.

♡ I feel like Sal’s type of love is physical touch—since he was deprived of it at a young age—quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation.

♡ Sal will go out of his way to get you little gifts or trinkets (whether bought or found somewhere random), he always makes sure to take mental notes whenever you mention you want something from a certain store.

“Hey I found this flower, and it reminded me of us.”

♡ Loves prolonged hugs and cuddle sessions with you, like I said earlier, I picture Sal being touched deprived so any chance he could take you to either his room or the nearest sofa with Gizmo laying near you guys, it is like heaven for him.

♡ Would let you paint his nails, do his hair, or even put makeup on him. He loves being your personal model, it makes him feel pretty.

♡ Sal is not really big on looks—for obvious reasons—he just wants someone who will accept for who he is.

♡ Sal is obsessed with wearing your clothes. Sal is a short king and if you and him are the exact same size or your taller than him, you best BELIEVE he will be walking around Addison Apartments with some form of your clothing on.

♡ If you wear something of his though? Game over.

♡ One time you went into Sal’s room thinking he was in there, only to find him gone and his sweater lying neatly on his bed. Surely he wouldn’t get mad over you wearing his black sweater for a little bit, right? Once Sal returned back to his room after trying to find ghosts around the building, he found you sprawled out on his bed , wearing his sweater, with Gizmo in your lap, purring. This boy’s face became completely flushed under his mask and couldn’t even bring himself to look at you for the remainder of the day.

♡ Dates are more lowkey between you two. Staying home and playing video games or movie nights are two of his favorites.

♡ Please kiss him all over, prosthetic or not. He adores it. 💙

♡ Calls you Bluebell, Love, Princess/Prince, Sunshine, Sweetheart, Dear, Beloved.

♡ Would absolutely cook for you if you ask him too. For me, I feel Sal’s mom used to be the main cook of the household, reading recipes she would find from cookbooks. After her passing, Sal secretly took one of her cookbooks and stashed it away in his room in New Jersey and still has it even as an adult.

♡ Whenever you guys are public, he makes it known you are taken—not in a jealous kind of way, more like showing public affection.

♡ Locks pinkies with you.

♡ Loves just wrapping his arms around you and laying his head on your shoulder. It brings him comfort.

♡ Reads you like a book, even though he’s not great with his emotions, he can tell whenever yours have changed.

♡ Has matching bracelets with you, that he never takes off, unless he’s showering.

♡ Absolutely sees a future with you.

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠! <3

𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦: 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑠-𝑛-𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒