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Unfortunately, Another Disappearance

Hello wonderful people!

It has been quite a rough few months on my end, and I apologize for being completely inactive. Right now, I am trying to work on school and am about to move into a new house as i am no longer safe in my current home. After I move I will have consistent access to internet, and will post everything again once that happens in a couple of weeks. 

Thank you guys 1000 times over for being understanding and patient with me

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Would it be alright if I got a sf matchup? I’m a panrom/ace trans dude. I pass pretty well until I open my mouth so I tend to be pretty quiet. I’m really shy but I have an absolutely awful sense of humor. I laugh at absolutely anything, it’s almost embarrassing. I have a passion for all types of art and literature. I’m also studying to be a doctor. Hope that’s enough :,) Dig your blog btw!

Hmmm... I think I’d pair you with Ashley! As we all saw when she first met Sal, she was welcoming and friendly from the very beginning. I imagine she would be respectful of your choice to not talk much but she would always love to hear what you have to say, and she wouldn’t have even a second thought about your voice. People are different and that’s what makes the world amazing! Ashley is also very artistically driven, so the two of you could have a lot of fun crafting whatever comes to mind. 

She is very caring towards her loved ones, and she would have a lot of respect for your aspiration to become a doctor. She would love that you find taking care of others as important as she does, and would probably ask for your help with the logic and science side of her missions, in return for helping you study :^). 

Ashley is very emotionally driven, even if she doesn’t show it the same way as most people (Everyone deals with things in their own unique ways, of course,), so spending time with you and having that emotional connection would be plenty for her, and she would make sure that she respects your personal boundaries. 

She would probably constantly send you shitposts to make you laugh, especially when you two are apart for any reason. And drawing them? Oh, man, your textbooks are going to have the funniest sticky note drawings you’ve ever seen.

A/N: Good luck with your studies, I hope you have a fun and satisfying career path! You deserve it!

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Idea!

I’m thinking about posting some of my Sally Face art on here, what do you guys think? If so, feel free to send in some art requests, I love your guys’s ideas a lot

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Sally face with a partner that loves to collect gems

I feel like this prompt works better with headcanons instead of a longer story, if you’d like me to write a gem-related full story feel free to shoot me a message!

Sally Face with a gem-collecting S/O:

-Has several gifted gems on his window sill from them

-Gives them any cool rocks he sees, even if they aren’t gemstones

-Loves taking them to gem shops and watching them look at everything in wonder, no matter how many times they’ve already been there

-Buys them a lot of birthstone or gemstone trinkets and jewelry

-Has any extra stones or gems stored in his old prescription bottles if he runs out of room from how many they’ve given him

-Likes listening to his s/o talk about each gem, and their meanings or purposes

-Mistakes sea glass for gemstones (”I mean, it’s colorful and shiny!”)

-Probably has a lot of those bracelets made with stone beads, they’re amazing for fidgeting with because the beads turn and twist, plus they have lots of nice textures

-Has Larry secretly paint rocks as gifts for them 

A/N: Can we just take a moment to appreciate how much of a lovely boyo Sally is? I love him tbh

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Hi I apologize if this adds to your workload, so feel free to ignore or so.. but I was wondering if you're still doing the writing prompts, 21 and 44 from the Hurt/Comfort for Sal and Larry? Thank you ♡

A common branSorry for being so late! This is actually an interesting combo of prompts, I had to think for a bit about how to do it. Hope you enjoy! Also TW, I’m not sure if this will be a trigger subject for any of you lovelies but I want to make sure I mention that this prompt contains mentions to things such as substance abuse. 

21: “Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

44: “You’re burning up.”

(Larry’s POV)

I was pacing back and forth across my room, radio in hand. 

“Sal, answer me. Over.” God, it was the hundredth fucking time I’d said the exact same thing. Where was he? I hadn’t seen or heard from him in days. All I got from the others were shaking heads and shrugged shoulders. 

A click and static, then... not Sal. “Hey Larry, it’s Ash. Robert said he saw him come home with his dad two days ago. He went back to work but Sal never came out. Think you can check it out? I’d join you but I have to stay with my brother. Over.” 

I was both relieved and even more worried. This wasn’t what I had expected. “Thanks, Ash. I’m on my way now. Over and out.” 

I swear I’ve never burst into mom’s room like that before. She was confused, clearly, and asked what was up. 

“Can I borrow your keys?” I was out of breath for some reason. 

“Oh, honey, what for?” She sat up in her bed. 

I thought about telling the truth, but I wasn’t sure how that would go. “Sal’s dad is at work and Sal lost his key, so he can’t get into the apartment.”

“Oh, okay sweetie. They’re on the kitchen counter.”

“Thanks, mom. Love you!” I said, quickly running out the door. 

The elevator had never been this slow, had it? Every inch took hours in my mind, leaving me to worry if Sal was even here. Was I wasting time?

Finally, the doors opened. The hall was so empty, so quiet it almost hurt. I could’ve heard the rustling of the carpet if I stopped. I unlocked the apartment door. Walked inside. Nothing.

“Where are you? Tell me where you are Sal.” Normally he would’ve chuckled at my voice cracking like that. 

I looked around the rooms, finally making my way to his bedroom. Something hit the back of the door as I opened it, rattled. I saw a pile of tangled blue hair underneath the edge of the blankets on his bed. I shouted his name and ran over to him, turning him over. He was asleep. It was one of the very few times I had ever seen his face, scarred over with small round holes and larger scars, varying in shape and size like close-up freckles. His blue eye sat in a cup of water on his bedside table. 

I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up. Fuck” I whispered under my breath. 

I shook him to try and wake him up. Nothing. His breathing was slow, barely there at all. I grabbed his phone and called for an ambulance. 

“911, what’s your emergency?” A woman spoke.

“I’m at the Addison Apartments, my friend has been missing for several days and I found him, he isn’t responding to me and he’s barely breathing.”

“I’m sending an ambulance to the location, sir. Can you stay on the line with me until they arrive?”

“Yeah, yeah I can stay,” I tucked the phone between my ear and my shoulder, and picked Sal up, carrying him out of the room. He was so much lighter than I remembered. 

When I turned to leave the bedroom, I saw what had hit the door on my way in. An orange bottle, with maybe two pills left inside. Several more empty bottles and one or two full sat on the bookshelf. 

“God damn it, Sal! What were you thinking?” I was sure he wouldn’t hear me, but that was the least of my concerns right now. As long as he made it, I didn’t care.

I waited with him on the front steps of the apartment building for the ambulance. They arrived quickly, and loaded him into the vehicle, with a respirator mask and all. I hadn’t seen them carry away someone alive before. Hopefully, Sal stayed that way. I sat in the ambulance with him, crying my eyes out and just wishing he would be okay. 

After he was settled in, a male EMT sat next to me with a clipboard and asked me what happened. I explained everything I knew. 

“Do you know which medications he had access to?” A lot, for sure. 

“Uh, I know he had a leftover Duragesic prescription, sertraline, Xanax, and um...” I stopped to think, remembering what Sal had told me each one was for. I had asked why he had so many once. “and I know he used doxepin. I think other than that it was just normal household stuff.”

The EMT wrote quickly. “Thank you sir, this helps us radio to the hospital so they’re ready when we get there. We are going to do everything we can.” He spoke to the other EMT, some things I didn’t really understand. 

I held Sal’s hand, which was extremely warm. “It’s gonna be okay Sal. I promise. You’re... You’re gonna be okay.” I couldn’t even see him through the tears in my eyes, just a blur of blue and white. 

When we got to the hospital, they put Sal on one of the rolling beds and they let me stay in the waiting room until he was treated. I wasn’t sure if it was hours or minutes before they let me see him. 

He turned to look at me, slowly. “Larry? What am... what are we doing here?”

“I found you in your room. It’s okay now, you’ll be okay and we’ll go home soon.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath. “Why?”

“Why what, Sal?” 

“Why did you come find me?” He placed his hand on top of mine at the edge of the bed.

“Because I wasn’t just gonna let you die, man, you’re the best thing I’ve got here. I know there are things I’ll never know about your life. I don’t know what happened to you, why you have to feel like this every day. But...” I squeezed his hand gently, “But I’m here. I want to help, I know it doesn’t ever go away totally but I know it can get better. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

I could tell he was crying now. “I’m sorry, Larry. I shouldn’t have...”

“I know. I know. But we just have to move forward from here. I love you, man. We’ll get through this.” 

Our conversation was interrupted by a nurse, checking Sal’s vitals and anything else he needs.  “He’s stable and can be released tomorrow after overnight observation. His father has been notified and is on his way. You are welcome to stay as long as he allows it.” 

“Thank you,” I said, and she nodded to me as she left the room. 

I turned back to Sal. “After you come home, we can all get together and camp out in the treehouse. Mom will make us cookies. Sound good?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” 

We sat there together for most of the night, even when Henry showed up. I promised I would always be there for Sal, and I’ll be damned if I can’t keep that promise.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this one! I know it’s a bit dark but it’s just what I felt when reading these prompts. If you guys want something fluffier let me know!

For reference to understand why Sal would have these, the medications listed in this prompt: 

Duragesic: A brand of fentanyl that’s used to further treat pain after surgeries. Fentanyl is a synthetic opioid that is between 50 and 100 times stronger than morphine. It is prescribed by surgeons after major surgeries to treat extreme pain, or used for cancer patients. With Sal’s facial trauma he would likely have this or a similar prescription after his surgeries. 

Sertraline: A common brand of sertraline is Zoloft, it is a type of antidepressant used to treat PTSD symptoms. 

Xanax:  A common brand of alprazolam, it is used to treat anxiety and panic disorder, I’m guessing many of you already know what this is but just in case!

Doxepin: A common brand of doxepin is Prudoxin, it is used to treat anxiety, depression, and chronic insomnia or other sleep disorders. 

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Can i get a scenario with my boy travis and his s.o making out and the groop , suspecting that thay are dating but not having any proof outside of seeing them together out of school. walking in on the middle of a sloppy kiss. Love your writing by the way! 🖤

Oh boy, love a good makeout prompt ;^) Also, I imagine them investigating this romance like some sort of ghost mystery, it’s just what they do

Secret S/O:

(Y/N’s POV)

“Do you really think they’re following us?” I asked, trying to keep up as Travis walked briskly down the hall, moving through the crowded hallway after the final bell. 

“No, they probably have some nerd adventure to go on. Do you want to go to the park, y/n?” He stopped walking to turn and hold my hand.

“Sure, it’s a nice day after all,” I smiled, and we made our way across town, the sun nice and warm on our shoulders. 

(3rd POV) 

“Think they spotted us?” Larry whispered, looking around at his friends. Sal shook his head.

“We live in this direction anyway, it doesn’t make a difference if he sees us or not,” He said, very matter-of-factly.  

They all stopped walking and stood behind a very wide tree, where Ashley peeked around the edge, her hair blending in with the color of the bark. They waited in silence for a few minutes.

“Oh my God oh my God! I wasn’t expecting this!” She said, trying her best to whisper despite her excitement.

“What is it?” Larry questioned, which was answered with a “Just look!”

(Y/N’s POV)

When we found a cozy spot underneath a tree, I pulled fruit out from my lunch bag and offered some to Travis. He took a handful of strawberries and ate them with his other arm wrapped around me. Everything was perfect.

“Uh, y/n?” He suddenly asked me. I looked up at his, now pink, face.

“Yeah?”

“Can... can I uhm... kiss you?” He was met with silence for a moment as I thought about what he just said. It was quite unexpected.

“It's okay if you say no-” I cut him off, leaning in and tilting my head to the side to avoid awkward nose-bumping. One hand on his knee, the other on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair, clearly comfortable after the first nervous question was over with. I made my way over to his lap so he didn’t have to turn his body towards me. 

Travis was very gentle with each motion, which was very unusual for him. I had never kissed him before, of course, but he had a very aggressive personality. It felt... special.  His lips were soft and he tasted like strawberries, his hands rough from working outside when his father asked it of him. He felt like summer, and held me close, kissing me like he would never get to again and wanted it to be perfect. It felt messy and emotional and honestly? That was perfect enough for me. 

Suddenly we both heard a noise that sounded like someone dying after seeing the most precious puppy in the world, and then a loud shushing noise. Unfortunately, this caused Travis to look around. 

“Are you kidding me? What the hell are you guys doing here!?” As he spoke, Sal Fisher and his group of friends began to run full speed towards the apartments, giggling wildly. 

“Hey,” I said, turning Travis���s face to look at me. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“But what if they-” I stopped him, leaning in and kissing him again.

“I don’t care what they do. I love you, Travis.”

He sighed in defeat, smiling at me. “I love you too. Do you want to go to the swings?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He stood up and offered his hand. I took it and we made our way to the playground, the sun shining just as bright as it had been before.

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Welcome back!!!, also it's fine people need some rests sometimes and you're still human!. I'm glad you're back!!.

Thank you so much! Hopefully, I’ll have a phone again in the near future so I can start posting consistently. My long break has taught me a lot about keeping your mental health in check, and I’d just like to say for any of you out there struggling that it will be okay. If there are people in your life that are hurting you in any way, it may be hard but it’s best to put yourself first. Being selfish sometimes is important. Love you guys, and if you need to talk, rant, or just get those feelings written down feel free to message me. 

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Hopefully Returning

Hello everyone! I know I’m a bit of a jerk for disappearing on you all, and I apologize. I was able to get onto a computer today so I wanted to log in and update everyone. I’m trying to find a stable source of internet to keep posting at the moment, until then I will post when I can as much as possible. I’m currently working on everybody’s asks.

 Thank you all for being so patient with me and sticking around, I love you guys  💙

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Do you do matchups? If so, for the Sally Face fandom? I’m a ftm 5’5 plus size person, i live for any kind of music, i kind of play acoustic & piano, i draw ALOT, I cosplay, I read. I love nature & being outside, I skateboard 90% of the time. Definitely a gamer, i have shaved sides & a LONG top hairstyle, its light blue/purple/turquoise dyed, im Pansexual & polyamorous , i love cuddles. Oh- i also sculpt. I do weight lifting. I act tough but really im a softie.I get along w most ppl, mother bear

Sorry for the entirely too late response! You sound absolutely lovely, and I respect a fellow gamer. Jealous of the hair, I must say.

I personally would match you with... Larry! As we all know, he doesn’t judge anyone based on first appearances and loves his very unique set of friends. You would fit right in! Plus, a parent friend? You know he loves his momma already so bringing you around would be second nature

I imagine that you two would have fun lifting together, as his other friends aren’t necessarily big on working out, and exercise could be a good way for the two of you to bond. As an artist, he would highly respect your many interests. His stoner boyo style also makes him love cuddles and I’d imagine he knows his way around a skateboard :^)

Hope this was a good fit for you! I really enjoy the matchups cause I get to hear about you lovely people 💙

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Once again in the void

Football season has started up again as of today, so I’ll be as active as I can but I can’t guarantee a schedule until I get a new phone that works so I can write at my lunch breaks. Hope you guys understand. Sorry for being so inactive, I’m trying to figure something out as soon as possible

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Sals reaction to his s/o being psychic and able to communicate with the dead?

I think his s/o would know things he hasn’t told anybody but they wouldn’t tell him, idk why. 

S/O with psychic abilities:

My mind was cloudy when I came to, a light headache throbbing behind my eyes. I was at a party, invited by shady seniors who looked at me and figured I was some kind of secret party animal. Assholes. I went anyways, since my mother/father/guardian was constantly on my ass about making more friends, and I really just wanted to get them out of my face about it. 

The party was alright for the most part, but it would have been much worse if I hadn’t dragged Sal and Larry along with me. Together we got drunk, except for Sal due to his father’s drinking habits, and just tried to make the night fly by and be over with. Ashley showed up at one point, in her usual garb, and partied with the crowd. After a while, Larry, Sal, and I joined a circle of partygoers passing a thick, strong-scented joint around. My brain flowed into it easily, as pot was one of my methods of escape from my irregular brain. 

At some point, someone had started handing out little flat, square, candy-like things, which were then placed on the tongue in a now-or-never way. The music got louder and quieter at the same time, sending my body into goosebumps that were so intense I yelped in surprise. Larry looked at me, smiling idly. Even though his mouth was closed, I could hear him. I couldn’t tell what Sal was doing.

This is great. Fun. I feel tired, though I don’t wanna sleep ever again. 

I was hoping I wouldn’t be able to hear him like I always did, but that was just too bad. I got up and walked over to the bathroom, where I thought I said hi to the girl spewing chunks into the toilet, but I probably didn’t. I checked to see if the tub was empty, and then sat inside, the porcelain cool on my back and legs. I heard the door open, and I slowly looked through the colorful haze to see who showed up. 

“Sal? What are you doing here?” I said, my speech barely coherent.

“I came to check on you, y/n. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.... yeah... I’m great. The pressure is insane though.” 

“What pressure?” 

“The pressure to tell people or not if they’ll be okay,” I said, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “I know how it all goes and it sucks. I know too much about too many things. Even you,”

“Y/n what are you even talking about? I’m so confused.” Sal sat on the edge of the tub, facing me.

“I can see what happens to people! Every time something bad happens I know about it long before it happens, and I hate it so much!” I yelled, tears pouring down my face all of a sudden.��

“You mean you’re like, psychic?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Holy shit. Y/n, you could have told me. I’m glad you’re telling me now, but still.”

“I know I could have, I’m just scared of it. Everything,” I leaned my head on his thigh, the thick denim of his jeans probably planning to imprint onto my face. He rested his hand on my head. His hands were oh, so cold. It felt nice. 

“Well, I’ll do what I can to help you be less scared, okay?” 

“Okay. I think I’m gonna sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll stay here to keep an eye on you.”

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep for what felt like hours, but suddenly I looked up at Sal.

“I need to tell you something.” I said, alert.

“Yeah, y/n? What is it?” 

“You need to keep an eye on Larry in the future. Talk to him. I can feel it.” I hoped he would listen to me, but I would never know if he did because the rest of the night was blank until I woke up on his couch.

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Heya!! Looking forward to what you write but please try not to stress yourself out! I don't know how many requests you got but if you feel the need to sleep, then make sure you don't stress over this!

Thank you so much! It’s not that I have a whole boatload of requests, just that right now everything is chaos :^)

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Howdy

Just a little update, I’ll be finishing all of the requests in my inbox by the end of the night

Love you guys!

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Do you think I could get your take on Larry dealing with a very A.D.D. s/o? Like, theyre constantly drifting between subjects, very scattered, and forgetful, and because of it they get very anxious and aggravated with themselves? (I've been fighting hard with it the past few days and need some comfort 😖)

Absolutely! Sorry that this is a bit late, but I hope it helps. I’ve kinda based this on how my s/o reacted to my situation, as they’re very, very similar to Larry in many ways. 

Also, this is the second time I’ve had to write this cause the first time it deleted itself. Fun.S/O with extreme A.D.D: 

Usually, normal people are getting dressed and going to school at seven in the morning the day after winter break ends. But I wasn’t, because I hadn’t slept in the first place, and I was instead staring at the texture on my wall for hours until the colors in my peripheral vision seemed to change. 

Looking around myself for a minute, I was gifted the memory of raiding the cupboards at midnight at seeing the hundred or so wrappers on my sheets. Fuck it. I laid back down in the mess, thinking about the weird smell in the carpets of Addison Apartments that I could never scrub out.

Later on, I considered looking through my phone to be a good idea, until I discovered two things: first, it was one in the afternoon, and second, I had about four missed calls from Larry. I groaned really loudly without thinking. 

Instead of calling back like I probably should have, I shoved myself into a tie-dye hoodie and red plaid pajama pants with mismatched socks, and then made my way to school. 

The hallways were crowded, which made it difficult to sneak in through one of the side doors to avoid the office staff, due to it being a passing period. Making my way through the molasses-like crowd, I caught up with Sal at his locker.

“Hey, Sal.” my voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. “Have you seen Larry anywhere?” 

“Yeah, he’s in science right now. Are you okay? I haven’t seen you all break, y/n, and we live in the same apartment complex.” Sal rested his hand on my shoulder, making eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, a bit too fast. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I quickly turned and left, drifting back into the sea of people behind me. I kept trying to think about science to remind myself of which class to go to, but that made me think of entomology, which is the study of insects, and then, in turn, made me want to go outside to find some bugs. 

“God damn it! Focus!” I whisper-yelled to myself, pinching the inside of my arm really hard in an attempt to pay attention. I walked along the hallway, eventually seeing a classroom labeled science on the doorframe. 

I peeked inside the window on the door and saw Larry, his mane of hair unbrushed as it often was. He looked up to answer a question and, in the process, saw me at the window. He answered and then asked if he could use the restroom, making his way quickly out of class. 

His voice cracked terribly when he spoke to me. “Let’s go outside to the benches.”  

He walked that way without checking to see if I would follow, which I did. I was yelling at myself in my head for being so fucking stupid the whole time. When we sat down across from each other, Larry sighed.

“What happened, y/n? Where have you been all break? I called you every day trying to see if you needed help or something and you just disappeared.” 

“I...” I picked at a loose string on my hoodie, “I don’t know. I just lost track of time, and...”

Larry grabbed both of my hands and held them in his. “Try to focus, take your time with what you’re saying.” He was trying his best not to cry, I could tell. 

“I lost track of time... and I just haven’t gotten up all break. I haven’t looked at my phone, it’s been dead for weeks... I sat and cried all of Christmas and New Years because I stayed in my room and my family is giving up on me Larry, I don’t know what to do anymore I really don’t!” I had started out slow but now I was talking too fast and I knew I was crying because I couldn’t see from all the tears in my eyes. I remembered that all of my presents were still where the Christmas tree used to sit.

“Hey, hey, listen.” Larry got up and sat next to me on my side of the bench, wrapping me in a strong hug. “It’s okay, y/n. I know that this is really hard for you, and I know you want to try to do something about it, and I want to help.”

“How can you help? It’s my brain that’s fucked up...”

“I’m gonna take you to see a professional since your parents won’t. We’ll figure out what’s going on and if what they have to help costs money I’ll pay for it, okay? I don’t want to see you suffer like this anymore.” 

We were both crying at that point, sitting there and holding each other because I couldn’t think of a single thing other than hugging Larry at that moment. 

“Fuck, you’re skipping class, Larry,” I said, sitting up. “You-you've gotta go back to class before your teacher sends someone to get you-” 

“No, I’ll be okay. I’m taking you home, alright? And I’m gonna cook you something real to eat and were gonna figure things out from there.”

I just nodded and stopped myself after I realized I just kept nodding on and on. Larry took me by the hand and we walked back home in silence. 

I really, truly was thankful for how much Larry cared, even though I had done cruel things to him before and even though he didn’t understand what was happening. I was amazed that he still stuck around, though everything, and I would work my ass off to be able to be there for him, too. 

A/N: I basically imagined that Larry would care a LOT even though he didn’t really know much about what was going on. Like, he would sit and listen for hours but wouldn’t really know what to say. He’s still such a lovely boy 

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Can you write something with Sal where his SO plays the ukulele and sings? Tysm!!

This is probably one of the cutest concepts oh my lord-

(Sal’s POV) S/O who plays the ukulele:

I woke up, my mind hazy, to the aberrantly loud buzzing of my phone on my nightstand. Seeing the number as I flipped it open, I smiled and answered with a groggy hello.

“Good morning Sal! Happy Valentine’s Day!”  Y/n chirped happily, as she does every holiday of every year. I couldn’t help but feel upbeat whenever she was around, lighting up a room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n. What are you up to today?” I wondered in the back of my mind who she would be celebrating with.

“I don’t really have a strong plan yet, but I think I want to see if you and Larry aren’t busy so we could all go to the diner together later today.”

I quickly responded, without hesitation, “Larry and I never really have plans on Valentines Day. Is 6:30 okay with you?”

I could almost see her smiling when she answered, “Absolutely. I’ll pick your asses up then. My treat”

I laughed and said okay. We both said our goodbyes and hung up, leaving me to get ready for the day with way too much energy.

After brushing my teeth, I noticed my eyesocket was a bit irritated and redder than usual, which didn’t help the situation that was my entire face. Large scars covered my face like wood under a microscope, some jagged and some smooth. The flat pink flesh behind my eyelid was a stark contrast to my good eye, and I finally put my glass eye in when the sight of my socket started to bother me. I swiftly pulled my hair into twin tails and buckled my mask straps so they were nice and snug.

I called Larry to inform him about our new plan for the day.  

“Dude I can’t go, you’re on your own.”

“What!?” I was surprised, and kinda scared, of being left alone with y/n because I was afraid of being boring company.

“Yeah I’m going to a party downtown, some chick handed me an invitation flyer in the hall. It’s gonna be a banger!” He chuckled on his end of the phone.

“Have fun man, I’ll tell you later about how the night goes,” I said, and ended the call. Fuck.

Later that evening, I was dressed in one of my nicer sweaters and my red jeans. I felt red was appropriate for the holiday, anyways. Y/n pulled up to the apartment building in her f/c car, rolling down her window and pointing her thumb towards the other side of the car.

“Get in, loser,” she said, jokingly. “By the way, where’s that party Larry’s going to?” 

“Up the hill, I think. Rich neighborhood or something.” I responded as I made my way over to the passenger seat. “He told you already?”

“Yeah, kinda.” She shrugged nonchalantly, putting the car back onto the road. I knew the diner was by the school, but she turned in the other direction.

“Where are you going? The diner is on the other side of town.” 

Y/n smiled mischievously. “Somewhere better. I promise” 

She sped up once the road was clear and rolled down all the windows, the wind whipping at our hair. My nerves were eased by the minute, and I decided that tonight would be good, whatever may happen. 

Y/n pulled over at the lake and grabbed a backpack as we got out. The sun was setting, bright yellow-orange filtering through the oak leaves above us on the giant tree and dancing across the ultramarine water with a glittery finish. Y/n’s h/c hair glowed in the setting sun, her skin dappled with gold. It was a beautiful sight. 

We set up a blanket on the grass and set out boxes of takeout, all of which y/n had brought with her. And, lastly, she set something on the blanket: a ukulele wrapped nicely in its case. 

“You bring that thing everywhere you go,” I said playfully.

“Of course. It could always come in handy.” She smiled, “But I have a reason this time. We have to eat first, though.”

“Sounds good to me,” In my head, I sighed with relief knowing it would be easier to eat out here than in a restaurant. 

We talked about random things while we ate, from childhood memories to wondering what Larry was up to at the moment. We’d probably have to help him get home. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at y/n’s eyes, so bright and vibrant as her e/c eyes mixed with resplendent light. 

Afterwards, she pulled out her ukulele and began tuning it meticulously. I watched how careful she was with awe.

 Then, she began playing. 

It was surreal, as it was the first instrument other than an electric guitar that I had heard in person in quite a long time. Y/n began to sing along to her strumming, a tune I quickly recognized as Can’t Help Falling in Love, by Elvis Presley. A classic. Her voice was lovely and suited the ukulele perfectly, and I couldn’t do anything but watch. Its seemed almost like a scene out of a painting, both vivid and distant, untouchable. 

The magic was gone too quickly, and the song ended. I was speechless, and y/n could probably tell. 

“That was...” I began, “Truly amazing. I’ve never heard anything like that, y/n” 

She smiled shyly, clearly not used to hearing that kind of thing, especially from me. 

“Thanks, Sal. I..” She laughed nervously, “I learned how to play it for you, and I told Larry about it so we could get you to come out here.” 

That made sense, considering the conspiring bastard Larry is sometimes, although I couldn’t be mad this time. “Well, I’m glad you did. It was lovely.”

Y/n took a deep breath and then looked me in the eyes. “Sal, will you be my Valentine? Like, for more than just Valentine’s Day?”

My heart practically exploded out of my chest. “Yes! I would love that, y/n.”

“I’m glad, because I almost died trying to get that out loud.” She chuckled. I joined her, and it turned in to full-on laughter, both of us laying on our backs and just cachinnating until our ribs hurt. 

After that, we just sat on our blanket, watching the sun set even further on the horizon. When it was gone, we stargazed for hours, talking back and forth endlessly. It was truly the best Valentine’s Day I’d ever had.

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Little Update

I’m currently very busy with a multitude of things from work to family emergencies all piling together right now, so I’ll be answering asks as much as I can but it might take a little bit for me to answer your requests. Thanks for your patience, and you guys enjoying these means a lot to me. Have a good night everyone!

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Fluff, 45? Larry x Reader, cold day imagine?

Absolutely! I love me some Larry :^) 45: “We could try cuddling”

The leaves that were once bright shamrock green were now shades of orange and brown, lying on the grass in a brittle state. Mid-October had arrived very, very quickly and had brought along a cool breeze. 

I was walking with Larry, who was layered up even though it wasn’t that cold outside. We were in the heart of the park, a playground to our left and a light forest surrounding everything, the trees naked and the ground frosted with leaves. Larry was telling me about the concert he planned to attend in a few weeks, Sanity’s Fall of course, and I could see the light dancing behind his eyes. 

“It’s gonna be so fucking rad! I got good seats and everything!” I swore he was about to squeal like a little girl. 

I nodded excitedly and continued along, telling stories back and forth about previous concerts we had been to. I noticed it had been getting colder and colder by the minutes, and soon I was shaking in my f/c shirt. 

“Maybe we should head back to the apartments?” I asked, my hands cupped around my elbows. 

“Sure, y/n. You look pretty cold, and I think my mom is starting dinner anyways.”

We made our way back, and once we got inside I curled up into the giant beanbag on Larry’s bedroom floor. It quickly surrounded me, and I felt like a bird in its nest. 

Larry came in a few minutes later with some snacks and sat down next to me. I was still cold, thanks to the giant doors to my right that led outside. I informed Larry of my situation.

“We could try cuddling,” He responded, clearly shameless as he always was. My heart skipped a beat and I decided to go big or go home. 

“Sure,” I scooted over on the beanbag, and Larry climbed in.

 We sat with my head resting on his shoulder and his arm around me. His candy red hoodie was cozy and I couldn’t help but snuggle up closer. He chuckled to himself for just a moment, and then he unzipped his hoodie and wrapped one side around me. 

We sat like that for what felt like forever, slowly drifting off into sweet dreams. 

A/N: Sorry about the wait, I’ve been away for awhile and haven’t been able to check my Tumblr at all! This was pretty short just because I haven’t written anything in forever and I need to get back into the swing of things. I’ll redo this one if you’d like, just send me a message and I’ll set aside some time