#Sally face fluff

[salfishermustdie]

sal fisher headcanons

i've literally never been so horrendously down bad for a character before.. so i HAD to share my head canons for sal :3

CW: NSFW AHEAD!!

fluff <3

♡ he would try to teach you guitar, even if you arent very good at it...

♡ if you have sh scars, he'd kiss them over and over and over again, no matter where they are

♡ blushes over everything you do, any little touch you give him, he gets flustered over

♡ "ummmmm... uhh- i- well.. umm"

♡ he loves giving you things. for whatever reason, he's always gifting you small trinkets to show his love for you. his favorite excuse for buying you something is "it reminded me of you!"

♡ not the kinda guy who goes for looks. no matter how 'ugly' you think you are, he'll wholeheartedly see you as the most beautiful person in the world.

♡ with that being said.. he'd definitely stop in his tracks if he saw a cutie :3

♡ (IT'S YOU, YOU'RE THE CUTIE. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS HIS TYPE. GOD, HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT FOR HIM??)

♡ if you ever mention something in a conversation (a band you like, a cool movie you just watched or a book you read, etc.) he's definitely going home and learning all he can about it.

♡ wholesome romance like those in the romcom movies

♡ "i love everybody because i love you" /ref /ly

♡ would totally let you paint his nails, do his hair, anything like that. he loves when you make him feel pretty <3

♡ doesn't want anyone to know this, but he loves wearing your clothes. like, you know the whole "wearing you bf's jacket/hoodie" thing? that's what he wants, but with your clothes.

♡ obviously he won't deny you his hoodie, but deep down he's waiting for you to give him yours

♡ LOVES giving long, deep, passionate hugs. hugs and cuddle sessions that can go on for an hour. he loves squeezing you against him, it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside; being so close to someone he loves so much

♡ he WILL sniff you. he can't get enough of your scent. at first he was scared you would think it was weird, but now he does it freely. he's a very sensual person, and because of his disability (possibly impaired sight?), he often relies on his other senses to soak up every little piece of you.

♡ he loves wrapping you in his arms, cradling and comforting you if he knows you need it.

♡ he's excellent at reading you. he feels like he knows you best. despite being someone who can't really show his emotions through his expressions, he's amazing at reading yours.

♡ you don't even have to tell him anythings wrong. he knows when you need a hug.

nsfw :3

♡ definitely has a mommy kink. argue with the wall.

♡ it just slipped out one day.. you were riding him, making him feel good and warm, and all of a sudden he let out a small "m-mommy..!"

♡ that being said, he LOVES having you on top of him

♡ while you're straddling him, he grabs you by your hips to make sure you're not going anywhere

♡ very shy + whimpering mess

♡ the kind to not know where to put his hands

♡ that doesn't mean he sometimes doesn't have a dom side to him...

♡ he's definitely a giver. he prioritizes your pleasure before his own

♡ he's insecure about his ability to turn you on, make you cum, etc. he always tries his hardest to make you feel good, and lets just say it always works :3

♡ jerks off to the thought of you more than he would like to admit

♡ has a VERY vivid imagination.

♡ oh god the things he thinks about doing to you are almost to embarrassing for him to admit

♡ very sweet and loving the whole time. he's huge on praise, and would rather die than ever make you uncomfortable. your sessions are filled with millions of

"are you liking that?" "you're doing so good for me." "are you okay with this?" "you feel amazing (y/n)"

♡ he needs 100% confirmation on your dirty suggestions. you could make a hint, but won't act on it until he's absolutely sure you mean it (obviously you always do, but god is this boy insecure.)

♡ doesn't seem like it, but will fuck you like a rabbit. it's always the quiet, sweet boys who are the dirtiest behind closed doors :3

♡ likes being bitten. idk. idc. IDGAF.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Could you maybe write a Sally Face One Shot, where Sal developed a huge crush on reader. But he thinks she doesn’t feel the same way. So he writes a love letter in which he puts no hope in, but then she actually tells him she does feel the same.

Does that even make any sense?😭

Yes…it makes sense and I’m weeping over this omggggg 😭😭😭 bruh this had me screaming and kicking in bed as I wrote it omfgggggg. Sal is pretty smart so I know this mf would write some pretty, thought out, poetic type shit

Notes: gn!reader, established friendship, friends to lovers trope

TW: none, just so fucking sappy and fluffy

Sal x reader- Sincerely Sally 💌

Dear (Y/N),

I want to start by telling you that you’re an amazing friend. I’m beyond grateful we’ve met. You’ve always made me feel so comfortable, so wanted, so important. No words could ever truly explain my feelings for you or the thoughts behind them, but I’m going to try.

Since we met, I’ve seen nothing but good in you and I think you’ve made me good, too. You make me feel good. You make me a better person. I don’t know who I’d be without you, but I know who I want to be now.

I want to be the one on your arm when we walk into a room.

I want to be the one you wake up to every morning and fall asleep next to every night.

I want to kiss you every time we say ‘good bye’ and every time we say ‘hello’ again.

I want to be the one you point to with a smile and say ‘him’ when talking to others.

I want to be the one to hold you when you cry.

I want to be the one to hug you when you’re excited.

I want to go every where you go.

I want to slow dance with you.

I want to head bang with you.

I want to paint with you.

I want to sing to you.

I want to hold you.

I want you.

I love you.

I’m in love with you.

And I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Sally <3

Sal felt like a total loser while sneaking over to your place, which was just down the street from Todd’s house, and slipping the letter in your mailbox. He felt like he could puke just from writing the letter, there’s no way he could ever say these things to your face. He couldn’t help but hesitate, staring at the mailbox as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. ‘They’re going to hate me. I’m gonna ruin everything. What the hell am I doing?’ Sal thinks to himself, staying frozen in place for a good few minutes as thousands of thoughts race through his mind, shaky hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

He jumps a bit when he notices the light in your bedroom flick on through your window. He ducks his head and turns to leave, not wanting to get caught lurking around your house in the middle of the night. As he rushes back home, the panic begins to set in because now he realizes he left it…he left the letter behind. It was done. No turning back. He felt sick to his stomach and like he was already grieving the loss of your friendship.

Sal tip toes back in the house, praying neither Neil nor Todd would catch him sneaking in so late and ask questions. He trudges to his room, shedding his clothes before flopping onto his bed. Sal lays on his side and after taking his prosthetic off, stares at the wall for hours thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways you could reject him, every excuse and lie he could use later to act like it wasn’t even serious, like it was a dumb joke or something. Finally, after his brain had tortured him enough, he drifts off to sleep just before the sun begins to rise.

~next morning~

‘Holy shit…’ You think as you hold the piece of lined note book paper in your shaky hands. “No way…no way!” A giddy smile grows on your face as you clumsily drop all the other mail you had in your hands, besides Sal’s letter, on the ground and take off running for him. It was early in the morning and you were in pajamas still but nothing could stop you now. His house was not far at all and you were too excited not to immediately run to him and profess your love for him.

You and Sal had been friends almost as long as he has with Larry and Todd. You’ve slowly fallen in love with him just as hard as he has with you- the issue is that you are both dummies and think the other person sees you as a friend and a friend only. You’d find yourself dreaming of Sal, not knowing he was dreaming of you too. You’d absentmindedly doodle his name on piece of paper and blush, he’d find a strand of your hair on his shirt and smile so big under his mask. You two have been pining for so long but both so afraid to wreck the relationship you already have. Eventually, Sal felt like he couldn’t get anything done, couldn’t focus on his studies or the ghosts or even eating throughout the day. His brain was full, flooded even, with thoughts of you. He just had to get it out, he had to say it to you now or he would be haunted by it forever. Unbeknownst to Sal…you felt the exact same way.

Bouncing up to his doorstep with an uncontrollable smile on your face, cheeks aching and turning red, you knock on the door and ball your fists up out of excitement. Finally, Todd answers the door, smiling at you before greeting you. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here so early? We-“ “Sal! I-I’m sorry. I need to talk to Sal.” You interrupt, your crazy smile making Todd chuckle softly just as Neil comes up behind him. “Morning, (Y/N)! Sal isn’t up yet. He’s still-“

You weren’t trying to be rude, you adored Todd and Neil but you were currently completely 100% hyperfixated on the sleeping blue haired poet behind the door at the end of the hall way and you just had to see him immediately. “I-I’m sorry…” You laugh softly as you push past them, sprinting for his door, gripping the knob excitedly before swinging the door open. The sound of the door swinging back against the door frame stirs Sally from his sleep, making him groan and glance over at the doorway. Before he can react to you being in his bedroom, in your pajamas still with bed head and an adorable love sick smile on your face, you’re jumping into his blankets with arms wide open. As you practically belly flop on top of him, he huffs softly then chuckles, groggily blinking at you.

“Uh…morning…” He mumbles just before you place the folded love letter on his chest, giving him a small smirk. His eyes open wider now, his prosthetic eye not in its usual socket. Sal scrambles nervously to sit up more, his breath hitching in his throat. He was so half asleep for a moment there, he had forgotten all about the letter he planted in your mailbox last night. “Oh I uh….yeah uh-uhm-“ Sal can’t seem to move his mouth correctly, can’t focus his brain on the words he wants to say. And he just breaks down even more when he realizes you’re in his bed, still in pajamas with the cutest messiest bed head. He can’t deal with the cuteness and his gnawing anxiety…So you speak up instead.

“I love you too.” You smile sweetly before pulling yourself up closer to his scarred face and rubbing your nose against his. Sal lets out a whiny little hum as he lets his nervous hands very slowly move up to rest on your back, smiling like a sappy dork as he hugs you softly. He’s not sure what exactly he was expecting to happen after giving you that letter but this is most definitely the best case scenario. “Let’s just…fucking kiss already.” You say with a cheeky smile, eyes half lidded as you lean in closer. Sal sucks in a breath before letting his eyes close along with yours, pursing his lips out as his hands move up your arms and to your cheeks. His big palms caress your face so perfectly, his thumbs sliding back and forth over your skin as you lock lips, gently moving your mouths together as soft sighs leave both of you.

As his hands pull your face closer, your hands wander up and down his bare arms, legs tangled up in his blankets along with him now, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh against his lips. “I’m glad you finally told me…that letter was so beautiful.” You whisper, lips gently ghosting against his now. Sal keeps his eyes closed but smiles brightly. “I wrote 153 of those letters.” He confesses, face burning bright red. “No you didn’t.” You scoff, looking down at him, finding this fact hilarious and also adorable and flattering.

“Oh yes he did!” Todd and Neil are leaning in the open doorway. Oops…you got so excited you didn’t shut the door behind you when you ran in. “Proof!” Neil laughs out loudly as he points to Sal’s trash can in the corner of the room, overflowing with balled up pieces of paper. You laugh as you look over, Neil and Todd laughing along with you. Sal drapes an arm over his face, trying to hold back his flustered smile and embarrassed expression. “Stoopppp.” He complains before you’re standing and playfully glaring at the two boys in the doorway. “That’s enough teasing. Shoo!” You grin at Todd before shutting the door on them and turning back to Sal.

“153, huh? Wow. That’s some dedication, lover boy.” You climb back into his bed, sitting cross legged beside him. “Why didn’t you just tell me in person, Sal? Would’ve been way easier.” You scoot closer to him and run your fingers through his tangled hair. “Uh, I totally disagree. I nearly had a panic attack just putting that letter in your mailbox and then having to walk away from it.” A laugh rings out from you as you toss your head back. “Ha! So, What? You’re afraid to say you love me but not afraid of ghosts or demons or cults?” You taunt him before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a second. “You’re strange. And I love that about you.” You rest there with him for a moment before a fantastic idea hits you, making you sit up and gasp excitedly.

“Can I read the other ones too?!” Before Sal can answer, you’ve jumped up and ran to the rejected pile of love letters in the corner. “No! (Y/N)! No no nononononono!” Sal jumps up and runs to tackle you, his face blushing so red from his ears and down his neck. You laugh loudly as he wraps his arms around your waist and tries to pull you away from all the other embarrassing things he wrote and considered saying to you. “They’re…in the trash…for a reason!” He laughs and huffs as you you push forward, trying to reach even just one crumpled up piece of paper. “Pleeaaassseeeee?” You plead but your strength leaves you as Sal tickles you and has you cackling on the ground instantly.

And the next 10 minutes are spent wrestling with him on the floor of his bedroom while laughing like drunk idiots and occasionally pressing a kiss to the other’s lips. Eventually, you do get ahold of a few of the discarded love letter drafts and they are either like Shakespeare poetry type shit, or so fucking dorky and corny, full of puns and shit. Larry probably tried to help him with that one lol

[ifangirlalot]

fluff 4 and smut 4 with sal fisher?🙏🙏 fem or gn! reader pls

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Sal rooted through his dresser drawers. He was looking for a sweatshirt, which was proving to be a difficult task. He had multiple, of course. But he only ever really wore one of them. After thumbing through every piece of clothing in his dresser, he stepped back, realizing his sweatshirt was nowhere in sight. Odd. Scratching the back of his head in confusion, he called out. "Babe, have you seen my sweatshirt? You know, the black one? I can't find it anywhere." Right as he finished his question, his partner [Name] walked into the room. Sal did a doubletake. Well, that explained why he couldn't find his sweatshirt, then. [Name] was wearing it. "Is that uh..." Sal was having issues focusing. It felt like his brain was short-circuiting. He scratched the back of his head, his words coming out in a breath. "Is that my shirt, babe?" It was a dumb question. He already knew it was. But his thoughts had only gone to one place, he was only thinking with one head and it was not the one presently on his shoulders. His breath was coming out in shallow tufts, leaving condensation on the inside of his prosthetic. It was getting hotter and harder to breathe with it on his face. Sal felt lightheaded. It didn't look like [Name] was wearing anything underneath it, either. Sal's eyes raked over the texture of his lover's thighs, his tongue coming out to wet his damaged lips on instinct. Their shape looked so good cloaked in his clothes. They didn't seem to notice the gutter-bound path their boyfriend's thoughts had taken. Smiling, they playfully popped a foot out to the side in a pose and gave him a grin. "Yeah, you don't mind, do you? I like your clothes better than mine. They're very comfortable." "Yeah, yeah..." Sal muttered absently, his thoughts and eyes occupied. "Yeah, no, of course. Yeah, it.. it looks... good on you..." Understatement of the century. [Name] gave another smile and crawled back into the bed. The sweatshirt was no longer hanging off their body, now pressed flat against their shape. It left little to the imagination, which caused Sal to groan internally. He couldn't take his eyes off them. Every little thing [Name] did was sending waves of tingles all the way down to his cock, which was starting to stir in his jeans. From the way they absently pushed their hair off their forehead to the way they reached down to scratch at their thigh. Eventually, Sal couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, look, are you trying to turn me on right now or are you just really oblivious?" [Name]'s head popped up in surprise, cheeks already reddening, eyes slightly wide. "What? Sal, I wasn't trying to-" Sal held a hand up. "Don't say anything. Just- can I..." His statement tapered off. He slowly moved his hand downwards, placing it against [Name]'s knee. His eyes flickered up to theirs in silent question. Their eyes were glued to Sal's hand as they slowly nodded. Sal nodded too and pushed his hand higher.

His fingertips pushed the sweatshirt higher. Having already decided he didn't want it off of them, Sal folded it above their waist. He splayed his fingers out on their thighs, mesmerized by the way his hands looked spaced out over his partner's thighs. He kneaded the soft flesh gently, ever so slowly moving his hands a little higher with each gentle squeeze. When he reached their waist, he grinned and reached back with one hand to unhook the clasps of his mask. Not needing it for the moment, he placed it carefully on the table by the bed and leaned down between their legs. He pushed one hand into their underwear, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive flesh between their legs while his roughly textured lips pressed wet kisses to their thighs. He could hear [Name]'s breath getting heavier the more kisses he pushed against her skin and the longer his fingers stimulated them beneath the cotton material of their underwear. Wanting to leave some sort of reminder for them to remember this, Sal groaned quietly and sucked a few hickeys into their clean, unmarked skin. Finally not being able to stand the throbbing between his legs, Sal stood back slightly, his knees pinned to theirs, keeping them in place. His fingers fluttered over his fly, tugging it downward. He unsheathed his dick from the restraints of his boxers and leaned forward to circle his tip around their clothed entrance. "Nice and ready for me, darlin'?" His voice sounded raspy and a bit husky. [Name] squirmed beneath him, a low whimper in their throat as they nodded eagerly, legs propping open. "Please Sal..." they whispered, chest heaving in anticipation, lips slightly parted. "I need it so bad." Rather than giving in as quickly as they wanted him to, Sal tsk'ed and shook his head slightly as he slowly pulled the cotton pair of underwear down their legs. His mouth got back to work kissing wet imprints onto their skin as he dragged the tips of his fingers over their sex, earning little droplets of them on his hands. His tongue darted out of his lips to catch a few drops. "Perfect taste. Now let's see if you can give me more of that, yeah?"

[sallyfaceproduces]

SALLY & LARRY REACTING TO THEIR S/O HOLDING ONTO THEIR CLOTHING SO THEY DON'T GET LOST

SALLY FACE

• ugh sal is the sweetest

• he definitely was startled at first because he didn't expect it

• but once you started doing it more he got used to it

• he found himself liking it actually, but he did ask you why you did it because he's never seen someone do this or experienced it himself

• once you tell him it's so you don't lose him especially in crowded areas and you trust him he's sooo flustered lol

• like,, you trust him??? And feel safe enough to hold onto a little piece of his clothing to not get separated from him???

• Sally thinks you're the cutest ugh

• he gets so flustered and shy whenever you do this cute little habit of yours but he loves it and doesn't mind that you do it

• in a way, I feel like it also makes him feel at ease as well especially when doing all these crazy ass adventures that can get dangerous.

LARRY

• he doesn't really care tbh

• I feel as if Larry doesn't realize until a few minutes later when you first did it

• he'd probably get a little worried and asked if you were okay since he saw it as you were maybe nervous or scared

• but once you reassured him that you're alright and you just like to hold onto him so you don't lose him he gets soo happy oml

• Larry is just so happy you trust him and don't want to get separated from him

• he thinks this habit of yours is cute and probably will tease you a little bit from time and time again but he means well

• though he keeps letting you hold onto his clothing or onto him, doesn't matter to him

• he just also likes having you close to him

• it's a possessive thing, he's protective over you because he cares about you so much, and so he knows no one is trying to mess with you

• also an excuse to walk you to class lol

[marycorcaroli]

sally will kiss your whole face when you feel depressed, his gentle palms go around your cheeks and with his thumb stroking one of them he looks at you with a look full of love and support. sal takes off his mask only next to you to show you how much he trusts you and is not afraid to be himself, he doesn't care about others but you are his universe and he wants you to know how beautiful you are in his eyes and how much he wants to be with you. he gently brings his lips to yours and gives you a gentle kiss where he gives you all his love and then hugs you tightly, you are his sun and moon, he intends to show you how bright you shine and how much you light the way for others.

[baphmochii]

a wholesome thought this morning:

Sal spending the holidays with you. The two of you bundled up in nice warm blankets, snuggled up next to each other, perhaps you resting your head on Sal's chest. You and Sal would watch holiday films together, his favorite to watch with you is Edward Shovelhands. I like to think you two would bake tasty treats: cookies, brownies, cakes, etc. Sal just loves being with you this time of year, scratch that.. this man loves being with you everyday of his life.

[signed-loni]

Okay, so my lil request is like sal and y/n sleep over. There all nice and cuddles up and enjoy their night. but when tention hits the rom it's a crumbling set of emotions. like emotions all over the place as they make out. but that's cut kinda short when ash and larry walk in with drinks and they're high as the roof. Basically a friendly lill cock block if u will

Heehee. Yes🕺🏻

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR TGE LATE RESPONSE, I have been having to motivation to write, so please enjoy :)

(Since its gonna take place in highschool, no mentions of alcohol. Obviously, not their freshmen year, you guys are in your senior year. You and sal ate both 18.)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐮.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟏𝟗𝟕

@plusvanity

You and your friends, Sal, Larry, and Ash, were all walking to your class the three of you had together. Math was always easier for you nowadays since you had friends to talk to in class with.

Mrs packerton had her back turned to the class and you were writing in your notebook everything she was jotting down on the chalkboard. “Any questions?” She asked, turning around to face the class. The room was silent for a moment. “Alright! I’ll be at my desk, you all figure out this problem.” She wrote a quick problem down that would surely take the whole class about 10 minutes to complete. Quickly, you copied the problem into your book, starting to figure it out, when you felt something hit your arm. It didn’t hurt at all, felt crumpled up though. You glance at your arm a d too the floor, where you see a crumpled up piece of paper. Picking it up, you read the words

-“Wanna come over for a sleep over? Larry and Ash are coming to”

-You knew it was from your beloved boyfriend sal. You two had been dating for about a year or two now, and you didn’t actually have a sleepover yet, despite the fact you lived in the Addison apartments along with Larry.

-Quickly responding on the paper, you threw it back to sal

-“Of course! I’ll just have to ask my parents lol.”

-Sal silently sighed and nodded to himself. Your damn parents always were so strict. It bugged him sometimes to say the least, but he never pushed you to go against your parents word. They weren’t pushy about you going out with Sal, going on dates, hanging out with him and Larry, going to the fifth floor (surprisingly) but whenever it came to you asking to sleep over? No.

But,sal digresses.

Finally, your mom picks up. “Hello?” She asks. “Mom,” you start, carefully. “Can i sleep over at Sals house tonight?” You blurt out. Your mom is being quiet so shes thinking. Thats kinda surprising, she always just straight up says no. “My friends Larry and Ash are gonna be there to so it wont just be me and him!” You quickly say to convince her further to let you go. “Sure honey, go have fun.” She says sweetly. “Really? Thank you mom!” You say, hanging up so she doesnt change her mind-You quickly text Sal, Larry, and Ash in the group chat you guys had that you could go. -You rush home to pack a bag, and you’re out as fast as you were in. You walked to the elevator and took it up to sals floor. The elevator door opened with a loud ding! and you were on your way to his apartment.-You knocked on the door and sal let you in, opening the door a little wider for you.-You went into his room and processed everything, seeing as though it was youre first time in his room, you were fascinated by everything. His posters and paintings on the wall, the old record player he owned, the records he owned (all heavy metal of course).

~

(Sals mask is off in this part).

Its about 9:00 now and your other friends still aren’t there. You don’t mind of course, you just wish they would have let you know ahead of time that they were gonna flake out. You don’t mind only being with Sal of course, but you did kinda want to have an actual sleepover with your friends-

You and sal lay on top of his bed, watching a scary movie, you cuddled on his stomach with his hand on your head, playing with your hair. You get sorta bored and you start moving around a but. You sit up and sals hand falls off of you and onto your lap (accidentally, sal wouldn’t touch you there without consent). You look at Sal and he looks away, pulling his hand back. “M’sorry” sal uttered. “I-its okay. Don’t worry about it.” You said back with a little smile. That same fucking smile that makes sal go crazy. That same smile he loves to feel when he locks lips with you. That same smile that got him to fall in love with you.

-Sal started to stare, and once he noticed, he quickly turned red. Tension hit the room as soon as he looked away. Accidentally touching hands and locking your eyes together. You did it once more before sal finally couldn’t take it.-Sal quickly looked hack at you and turned your head towards him, pulling your faces closer together. And once you nodded, sal immediately pulled you into a kiss. Not even 1 minute in and you guys were already making out. Keep in mind, you guys don’t check the time frequently, and it was about 9:10 since you guys started making out. The kiss went on and on for a while, pulling away only to breathe.

-Sal got on top of you and kissed even more passionately. It was starting to get sloppy. Tongue slipping out and falling back u to yours.

-Once he got on too of you, you could feel his growing boner. And it was getting harder by the second😭-

His hands found their way to your hips, bringing you even closer to him than you already were, if that was even possible. His fingers went up and down your thighs and found their way to the waistband of your pajama pants. -As soon as he got your permission to dispose of your pants, Larry and Ash burst in,higher than the roof. -

“Fuuuuuuck..” larry slurs. “Woah woah woooah, were you two about to fuck right now??” Ash giggles as she sees sal on top of you. “Sal quickly grabs his mask and straps it onto his face and gets off of you. You sotuate yourself and sit up along with sal. “N-no, we weren’t..” sal responded. “You fuckin liars, we toootaly saw you on top of them.! You cant hide it from uuus” Larry says, falling onto Ash slightly. “What the fuck are you guys on?” You say, half embarrassed, half genuinely confused. “Heh, a lil weed, mayyyybe crack” ash says dizzily. “You guys need sleep” sal responds. “Yea yea, sleep schmeep whatever.” Larry says and he collapses on the ground, taking ash with him. And just like that, boom. They’re asleep.-

You sigh and fall back onto the wall, looking at sal, visibly red. You smile and give him a kiss on his prosthetic and fall back onto his bed. “I love you, Sally face.” You say sleepily. “I love you to, baby” sal responds, falling back onto his bed with you, taking off his prosthetic and wrapping his arms around you.

[melancholypancakes]

I really want to draw this with my oc doing this to sal, it’s something really emotional I came up with 🥲🥹🥹

In this mini fanfic Y/n gets to see her boyfriend Sal’s face reveal for real after dating for so long and they both get emotional…

Y/n and Sal have been dating since high school, and Y/n has never seen her boyfriend’s face before.

When she kisses him it’s from his lips when he lifts up his mask, Y/n loved Sal and he loved her but was just afraid what she would think of seeing the real him.

After the many dates they’ve been on, prom and graduation Y/n has been with Sal and being their for him emotionally and physically.

Y/n really is a sweet girl and a very sweet girlfriend to Sal but she knew she couldn’t compete with Sal on him being the best one in the relationship.

Even if he denies it, Sal is a very considerate and loving boyfriend towards Y/n that makes her blush every time no matter what.

Now, Y/n was sitting on her knees in front of sal in his bedroom, they were hanging out watch horror flicks and smoking until Sal decided he wanted Y/n to see his face.

Y/n sitting in front of sal as she raises her hand to feel sal’s face underneath his prosthetic.

Sal was cross legged sitting in front of Y/n, he gently helds her hand as to say

“Are you sure?…”

It was obvious, Sal was nervous and worried if Y/n saw his real face she wouldn’t want him anymore.

That Y/n would straight up just leave him, for someone better despite being high school sweethearts.

Y/n rubs her thumb underneath sal prosthetic to reassure him she wanted this.

“it’s okay, Sal…” she says with her silky sweet voice.

That sweet voice of hers that always made him melt, She was so kind and sweet and her voice was always calm and bring peace to him.

Y/n slowly unbuckles his mask as Sal shakes, she puts his mask down as she starts see his real face.

Y/n eyes shine like stars as she sees Sal face, his scars, his teeth, his glass eye, missing flesh and his missing nose.

Sal was getting really nervous from her staring and felt shameful.

“She thinks I’m a freak doesn’t she…”

“Of course, she does…I’m a freak…a Monster”

“Why did I do this…she’s going to leave me…”

He was no knight in shining armor and no Prince Charming but she thought he was beautiful and still thought of him as her hero even if he wasn’t perfect good looking.

Y/n loved Sal for his personality, not his face so when tears fell down as she smiled and laughed as she touched his face.

Her face was red as a strawberry, “ I can see your freckles!” She giggled as Sal is shocked and didn’t expect that reaction.

“Sal, you’re so handsome and so cute!” Y/n squeal as she smile sheepishly and now Sal was starting to blush.

“H-Handsome….cute?!” He was baffled as his ears became pink, Sal was extra nervous now.

“Y-Y/n… I know what I look like. You don’t have to lie for me-“ he was cut off by Y/n before he can ramble.

“I’m not lying Sal Fisher! I really do think you’re handsome and I like your face….it brings out your cuteness” she says.

“But…my face you don’t think I’m a freak?” He asked his girlfriend as she smiles at him.

“of course not, sally I’m not dating you for your looks!” She says as she kisses his cheek.

Sal started to cry as tears fell and that made Y/n cry with him, he was just so happy.

“I really thought…you were going to break up with me because of my face but you like my face!” He laugh and crack a smile as he cried.

Y/n held her boyfriend in her arms, Sal then looks as her and Y/n leans in and kisses him.

Sal was caught off guard when Y/n kissed him on the lips and he smiles and kisses back as he hears her cute giggles.

Y/n wraps her arms around sal’s neck as he holds her by her waist and he pulls away.

“Did you…really see freckles on my face?…” he asks sheepishly

“yes, I do handsome~” she says as she winks and makes sal blush red as a tomato and hides his face in her chest out of embarrassment.

“ how did I land a girl like you…” he says as he hugs her and she smiles. “how did I ever land a perfect loving boyfriend like you Sally?” She asks as she puts her forehead on sal’s hair.

Y/n and Sally face held each other for a long time for hours until they resume their movie date night ;)

[dreamsnails]

Hi! Im kinda new to tumblr and asking fanfic requests so please let me know if im doing something wrong! So I have a request for a sal fisher x GN reader (preferably headcanons but if you'd be more comfortable doing a oneshot that's also completely fine!) Where the reader doesn't really have any friends and has pretty extreme social anxiety? Like, they have hard time speaking in front of people they just met and get really fidgety and even sometimes have panic attacks? And they just really want to have friends and they get really mad at themself for not being able to keep or start friendships. Again sorry if I've made a mistake with requesting!

Oh boy, this one hits oddly close to home. I actually wrote (but then scrapped) a whole vent fic about Sal comforting someone (me specifically but I formatted it to be for anyone) who had a really rough day and is now thinking about every little embarrassing thing to ever happen to them but they don't know how to process or vent those emotions by themselves. I might go back and try to finish that and post it later if you're interested in fluff content like that, but for now here are my headcanons for this specific situation. I really hope you like them.

<3

In Public:

He’s always holding your hand. He makes sure to gently rub his thumb over the top of your hand, especially when he notices your warning signs. 

He never ever speaks over you, even if you’re taking a while to say what you mean.

He always invites you to hang out with his friends if he’s going to. If you don’t want to he won’t try to push you.

He will 100% complain about your order at a restaurant for you, but if you’re worried about causing a scene he always orders something you like for himself so you can switch if they mess up your food.

He carries little fidgets like small fidget cubes and magnetic beads in his pocket so you can have something to focus on when you’re overwhelmed or overstimulated. 

He comforts you and praises you quietly and away from people after you interact with receptionists or cashiers or strangers, especially if you feel you had a particularly bad interaction. He understands how much extra energy it takes you to communicate with others.

He understands if you can’t find the energy to do those things, too. He’ll talk for you if you ask him to and he would never criticize you for not being able to speak to someone. He’s proud of you for wanting to try regardless of if you succeed or not. 

He immediately removes you from crowded areas if you happen to have a panic attack in a public space. He’ll comfort you in whichever way you need. He has an arsenal of tools that you both brainstormed together to help you recover, and he’ll let you decide if you want to go home or continue in public after you do. 

He goes to your doctor’s appointments with you for moral support. 

In Private:

He will hold you forever if you will it. 

He will also give you plenty of space if you're overstimulated by too much physical contact.

RESPECTS. YOUR. BOUNDARIES. He NEVER pushes you when you're not comfortable with something-- from him touching you, to you not wanting to go somewhere, to you not feeling comfortable speaking to him at a particular moment. He knows you need patience and compassion and he gives you ALL of it.

He gave you his cellphone number, his dad’s number, his landline number, and Larry’s cellphone number so you can reach him no matter what when you need him.

He lets you borrow his shirts so that you have a part of him to comfort you when he can’t be around and he rotates them so they always smell like him. 

He writes you little notes about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is and hides them around your room when he visits for you to find later.

He’ll cater to your every need if you have an especially hard day at work or school. He’ll come over and build you a blanket fort, get you your favorite drink, and play your favorite games with you until you feel better.

When you become upset with yourself for struggling to talk to people and relate to people, he is always there to remind you about all of the amazing things he loves about you. He also lets you know how much he and his friends enjoy hanging out with you, and that they are your friends no matter what other people think about you.

If a friendship of yours falls out, he’s the first to remind you that you tried your best and that all relationships take two to last. There are people who love and care about you just the way you are, like him, Larry, and Ash (and your family, if you have a good relationship with them). Everything will be okay.

Even if it feels like nobody in the world cares about you, he will, no matter what. 

[zoeydripdoria]

Unrequited love

ART BELONGS TO ME

Fluff fanfic

Sal is a huge crush of minee

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In the dim light of the smoky dive bar, Sal gazed at Ashley with a look that could only be described as adoration. Her dark eyes, a deep brown that reminded him of the well-worn leather of his favorite jacket, were locked on the stage where the band was playing. She swayed gently to the music, her body moving in perfect time with the drumbeat. Her hair fell in waves around her face, the ends curling inward in a way that made him want to reach out and tuck them behind her ear. Her choker, a simple black ribbon, bobbed up and down as she nodded her head in time with the music.

Ashley had been his best friend since they were both kids. They'd grown up together, sharing the same love for music and the same disdain for the mundane. But over the years, something had changed.

Something had shifted between them, and now Sal found himself unable to ignore the way his heart raced whenever she was near. He couldn't deny the way his palms tingled at the mere thought of touching her.Sal glanced down at his own hands, wondering what it would feel like to have them wrapped around Ashley's waist, pulling her close. He couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same way. If she saw him the same way.As if sensing his gaze, Ashley turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before looking away, a blush creeping up her neck.

Sal's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. He wanted nothing more than to reach across the sticky table and take her hand, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. But he remained frozen in his seat, unsure of how to proceed.The band finished their set, and the crowd began to disperse.

Sal watched as Ashley gathered her things, her movements jerky and nervous. He wanted to go to her, to tell her how he felt, but he couldn't seem to find the words. As she walked past him, their shoulders brushing together, Sal could feel the heat emanating from her body, and for a split second, he thought she might say something. But she kept on walking, disappearing into the night.Sal took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He wondered if he'd imagined the whole thing, if the way he felt was just a figment of his imagination. But as he sat there, alone in the nearly empty bar, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. And for better or worse, he couldn't help but wonder what it all meant.He ordered one last drink, hoping that the liquor would help him sort through his thoughts. As he waited for it to arrive, he glanced around the dimly lit room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. The worn pool table in the corner, the chipped paint on the jukebox, the lingering smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke.

It was all so familiar, and yet somehow different now.When his drink finally came, he took a sip, letting the smooth whiskey burn its way down his throat. He closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath as he savored the warmth that spread through him. After a few more minutes, Sal gathered his things and made his way to the door. The cool night air hit him like a wave, clearing his head slightly. He took a deep breath and paused for a moment, looking back at the bar one last time. As he walked down the deserted street, Sal couldn't shake the image of Ashley's face from his mind. He wondered if she felt the same way about him as he did about her. Maybe it was just a friend thing, he thought, trying to convince himself. But deep down, he knew there was something more there. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.He stopped at a streetlight, watching as a lone car passed by, its headlights sweeping across the pavement. The night was cool, but Sal felt a heat burning inside of him. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss Ashley, to feel her soft lips against his own.

With a sigh, Sal continued walking, his steps leading him back to his apartment. He lived in a small studio above a bakery, and as he climbed the creaky stairs, he could smell the sweet aroma of fresh bread wafting up from below. He tossed his keys onto the worn-out couch and collapsed onto the threadbare mattress, staring up at the ceiling.He knew he needed to talk to someone about how he felt, but he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship. It was a delicate balance, and Sal wasn't sure how to navigate it. He considered confiding in his dad or lisa, but they'd never really understood his passion for music. Maybe he could try talking to Larry, but he had his own problems to deal with.

Sal sat up abruptly, an idea forming in his mind. He reached for his phone, quickly texting Ashley. "Hey, want to grab some coffee tomorrow?" he typed. "I've got some things I want to talk to you about." He hit send and waited, his heart racing as he waited for her response.A moment later, his phone buzzed in his hand. "Sure," she replied. "I'd like that."

Sal let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and with renewed hope, began to drift off to sleep. Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow he would finally find the words to say what he needed to say. And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow things would change between them.

The next day, Sal woke early, his anticipation for their coffee date making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. He took his time getting ready, making sure he looked presentable for her. He wanted her to see that he took this seriously, that he cared. It felt good, really good, to have someone who understood him.He arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early, his heart racing as he scanned the crowd for her.

When he finally spotted her, sitting alone at a table, her long hair cascading down over her shoulders, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. She looked up as he approached, her eyes meeting his, and for a brief moment, they just stared at each other.

"Hey," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Thanks for meeting me."

"No problem," she replied, her voice soft and gentle. "I'm glad I could make it." They exchanged small talk for a while, talking about their days and their lives, but Sal knew this wasn't why he'd asked her here. He took a deep breath and plunged in.

"So, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," he began.

Ashley looked at him expectantly, her eyes looking passed his mask.

"Okay," she said simply. "What's on your mind?"Sal took another deep breath, feeling a knot form in his stomach.

"I, uh... I've been feeling this way about you for a while now," he stammered. "I mean, I care about you a lot... and I just wanted to make sure you know that." His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel his face growing hot.

Ashley's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't look away from him. "Oh," she said softly. Ashley blinked, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. "You mean... as a friend?" she asked tentatively.

"No," he said quickly, his voice breaking. "No, I mean... I mean more than that." He paused, searching her eyes for some sign that she felt the same way, but she just looked away, biting her lip.

There was a long silence as they both processed what he'd said. Finally, Ashley looked back at him and took a deep breath.

"I care about you too, Sal," she said softly. "A lot. But... I don't know if I feel the same way. ."

Sal felt his heart sink. "I understand," he said, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "I just... I wanted to make sure you knew how I felt."The rest of their coffee date passed in a blur. They made small talk, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but Sal could feel the tension between them. He knew he had to give her space, to respect her feelings and her boundaries.

As they said their goodbyes, Sal couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, as if a part of him had been left behind.

The following days were difficult for Sal. He tried to focus on his music and his job, but Ashley was always at the back of his mind. He hoped that with time, he would be able to move past these feelings and return to the friendship they'd once shared.

But for now, he was left to navigate the complicated waters of unrequited love and the uncertainty of their future together.

He found himself avoiding her, trying not to make things any more awkward than they already were.

But one day, as he was leaving work, he noticed her walking toward him, a determined look on her face. His heart skipped a beat, wondering if she'd come to apologize or perhaps reconsider her feelings.

"Hey, Sal," she said, her voice soft and tentative. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He nodded, feeling a mixture of hope and fear in his stomach. "Of course," he said, leading her to a quiet spot where they can talk.

Ashley took a deep breath before continuing. "I've been thinking about what you said, and... I just wanted to thank you for being honest with me. I mean, it wasn't easy to hear, but I appreciate that you trusted me enough to tell me how you felt." She paused, searching his eyes for some sign that she'd made the right decision. "And I wanted you to know that I care about you too. Not just as a friend, but... in a different way."

Sal could hardly believe what he was hearing. His heart soared as he looked into her beautiful green eyes and saw the truth in them. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Really." She took a step closer to him, their bodies nearly touching.

"Sal. I want to see where this goes. And 'm glad we talked," she said, a blush creeping up her neck. "I don't know what happened or what changed, but I'm glad it did."

Sal couldn't help but grin under his mask. "Me too," he replied, reaching out to take her hand in his. "I've missed you, Ash."

The warmth of Ashley's touch sent a wave of happiness through him. They stood there for a moment, just holding hands, their eyes locked on each other. It felt as if they were the only two people in the world.

"I've missed you too," Sal said, his voice low and sincere. "I'm so glad we're back to this place." He leaned in closer, brushing his fingers against her cheek before cupping her face in his hands. Ashley closed her eyes, savoring the contact between them.

"I want to make this right," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be the best friend, and partner, that I can be. I'm here for you, Ash. Always."

She smiled up at him, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "I know you are, Sal. And I promise to do the same for you." They stood there for a moment longer, basking in the glow of their renewed connection.

"So, what do you say?" she asked, her voice playful. "Want to get out of here and grab some grub?"

He chuckled, the sound filling the air between them. "Only if you promise to sit with me this time."She laughed, stepping closer still and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Of course," she said, nuzzling her face into his chest. "We're in this together, remember?"

They stood there, holding each other, for what felt like a lifetime. It was in that moment that Sal realized he'd found something truly special with Ashley.

They weren't just friends or lovers; they were something more. They were a team, a partnership built on trust, understanding, and mutual respect. And as they walked hand in hand toward a local restaurant, he knew that no matter what challenges life might throw their way, they would face them together.

[bomber-grl]

SAL FISHER RELATIONSHIP HC ! ₊˚⊹

₊˚⊹ PAIRING(s): Sal fisher x Gn!reader

He’s so sweet it hurts

Honestly, Sal is the best boyfriend ever, he’s always there for you and he always knows the perfect things to say when comforting you.

The two of you met because of the ghosts and the whole cult thing while at high school.

You were the more outspoken one out of the two of you since Sal was mostly against violence even when Travis was brought into the convo.

I can definitely see Sal being the first one to approach you.

It all started when Sal started becoming increasingly interested in you to the point that Larry and even ash started teasing and encouraging him to talk to you.

He would fluster, occasionally and say the wrong words out of nervousness however with luck, he managed to get your number.

It was hard not to fall for him, especially with how lovable he is.

He’s so genuinely nice and actually cares for others.

Of course, you eventually see his face, and although he was neutral about it since he trusted you he was still a bit nervous.

Definitely warms his heart when you not only accept his face but also kiss it.

He flusters and stutters so badly afterwards.

Continuing from that, he’s definitely the type to tease lightheartedly

Definitely not in the beginning though

So when you first started teasing and provoking him, causing him to get super flustered

He wouldn’t really know what to do except accept it, so imagine your surprise when he turns the tables once day and makes you a blushing mess

Most times when you hang out, you usually hang at the apartments in his room, or when sals an adult you’d hang out in his room in the house

During these hang outs you guys would usually listen to some music or just enjoy each others presence

Most times it’s just you and sal cuddling and ngl he smells rlly good

Like I’m not even joking and when you mention this, he can’t help but laugh and just tells you do too

However, when you guys hang out with Larry (which is more often than not) you guys end up in more than sus situations 😭😭

Then Larry is all like “I’ll leave you guys at it” and dips

Like??? We’re not doing anything 😭🗣️

Anyway

While you’re at high school ofc Travis has something to say, and if you’re a guy then he obviously calls you the f slur and a lot of homophobic nonsense

And if you’re a girl Travis still calls y’all homos in a negative way, and always says shit about you two

And I don’t think I need elaborate further about how Travis would probably hate crime you if you were non-binary, gender fluid, or basically anything under the trans umbrella

(Basically any gender identity that isn’t your assigned one 😭

Larry, ash, and Todd all get pissed at Travis , and they always come to the both of your guy’s defense

And ofc Sal is bit lenient towards Travis, well only ever when Travis is talking shit about him

If Travis talks shit about you he’d be pissed

But ofc younger Sal is less violent and more open so he’d obvs be kinder

Anyway, we all know what happens at the apartments and if you live there-

Let’s just say it pains Sal so much to have to kill you

I mean him having to kill all the people he grew up with and the people he cares for is horrible but he knows he has to

However, if you don’t, well let’s say you know about the cult and why he did it

Still doesn’t stop you from trying to find a way to get a lower sentence and from trying the convince ash of the truth

When sal dies, let’s just say you feel so alone

Of course you have ash by your side but it’s just horrible

Eventually you’re the person that sals soul would enter and you’d defeat the cult that way

But let’s all pretend that they were able to defeat the cult without having to kill the innocent tenants

Making sal a free man

Well if it were that way, you and Sal would be together for a long time, and if you both wished it, married too

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Art credits : @/toasterdoodle22

[salfishermustdie]

ash headcanons!!!!

okay, i seriously love ashley campbell sm. she's actually my favorite girl evaaaaa. anyways, i decided to post some of my head canons for her like i did sal! this is kind of x reader btw :3

♡ i think of her as unlabled. although she doesn't know what to consider herself, she's definitely not straight

♡ i also think of her as alternative! in her freshman year, she had a bit of an awkward phase, but now she's super comfortable with her style

♡ she'd LOVE giving you little make overs. she'd "make you look like her." (whether she'd succeed is questionable)

♡ would do your eyeliner while sitting on your lap

♡ very nonchalant. very blunt too. she's super open to physical touch

♡ this can get y/n flustered

♡ she loves letting you borrow her clothes

♡ seriously dude, after you met her pretty much half your closet is full of her clothes

♡ "i need some new mascara.." ♡ "here, have mine!"

♡ amazing memory when it comes to you. she remembers things about you that even you forgot.

♡ like, she's here remembering what you said you had for dinner two weeks ago, while you can't even remember where you put your phone...

♡ she's not the nerdiest person ever, but she's definitely open to learning about your interests, like shows or books you like :)

♡ she has a photo album full of pictures of her friends

♡ when she has a crush on you, that album becomes more centered around you than anyone else

♡ she'd make you so many weird little gifts. she's super crafty, but not in a 'conventional' way lmfao

♡ ESPECIALLY her little dudes. omg. she'd make you two a whole family of them

♡ would suffocate you with hugs

♡ literally. she loves being all up on you.

♡ she doesn't have the best sense of personal space, which might get annoying or uncomfortable at times, but she doesn't mean any harm

♡ if needed, you can help teach her more about personal boundaries

♡ she's such a cutie patootie dude. i love her SO MUCH AHHHHH.

no nsfw this time bc…… idk how to write it coming from a girl :C IM LITERALLY SO ASHAMED. I'VE NEVER FELT THE TOUCH OF A WOMAN IM SORRY. SOMEONE HELP ME LEARN HOW TO WRITE GIRL SMUT. UGH.

[girlboypersonthingy]

i’ve never really asked before but i just read all of your sally face stuff and BFBSVAVAX so i was thinking….

(preferably afab) reader coming home tired and needy, walking in sal and their shared room sighing as they rip off their work shirt and stare at sal who’s practicing a new song. waiting for him to put his guitar aside they fall dramatically into his lap and start COVERING his mask in kisses, stopping suddenly to ask for a real kiss:3

just some fluffy stuff pls it’s been a LONGGGG few weeks:D

A D O R A B L E ! ! ! This week has def been a ‘I want to come home to Sal and collapse in his arms’ type of week for me like oof 😔…I’m sorry this took me a while to get to, I hope you’re alright. Hopefully you’re doing better by now and if not, plz feel free to message me and we can chat 🖤 thanks for requesting and enjoy!

Notes: fem!reader, this is really fucking silly I’m so sorry…

TW: a bit suggestive, lots of swearing, making out, spit/drool, boobs lol 18+ only!!!

Sal x reader- Hard Day 🌙

(Imagine Sal practicing this song while you read this 🖤)

“Fuuuuuuckkkk…” You groan loudly as you drag your feet through the doorway of the house, stomping loudly on each step of the stairs. As you near the door way of your bedroom, you see the light is on, the music is loud and you can hear Sal playing his guitar along to it, occasionally hitting the wrong note. As you step across the threshold of the room, you let loose a big breath of air as you slouch over a bit, catching Sal’s attention for a moment.

“Hey babe!” He shouts over the music while continuing with his playing. He was sat up on the corner of the bed, guitar in his lap, slouched over with his prosthetic still on. You couldn’t help but watch his fingers on the strings for a moment, black painted nails moving oh so smooth but still making little mistakes. “Hi…I’m so tired.” You say but it falls on deaf ears. Sal is just so close to nailing this one part of the song, he’s been trying for two and half hours now and he’s too close to quit.

Disappointed and a bit annoyed, you quickly shed your shirt and continue giving Sal a cranky but needy glare, only covered by a bra up top. “Sal!!!” You finally shout, making Sal look up, making his hands freeze for a moment. He quickly leans over to turn the music off, his blue hair swaying over his shoulders as he moves. “I’m sorry…uh hey…babe. You okay?” Just by the tone of his voice, the way he’s hesitating and stopping to lick his dry lips under his mask, you can tell he’s equally flustered and excited by your lack of clothes.

“No…I’m not…” You pout for a moment, sighing as you rub your aching temples. He sets his guitar aside and puts one hand out towards you, offering it as a comforting gesture. You gladly accept, grabbing his hand then quickly approaching him and sitting in his lap. “This week…was the fucking worst!” You cry out dramatically, turning to the side so he can hold you bridal style. “I just wanna stay home with you all day, every day.” Sal chuckles softly, one arm tucked up under your knees, the other cradling your back while his hand ruffles the hair on the nape of your neck. “Me too, babe. Me too…” He replies before he gently nuzzles his prosthetic up against your face, making kissy noises under it.

After enough of his cuddly kisses, you decided to return the favor, covering his mask in kisses. You pepper kisses everywhere, all over his prosthetic very quick and soft. Until finally, you pause and place a long kiss on the lips of his prosthetic, humming as a smile grows on your lips. “You know what would really make me feel better…?” You really drag out the words, using your best flirty voice as your finger traces the side of his mask. “What?” He quickly clears his throat, your faces only inches apart. His rapid breathing echos inside his prosthetic as his hand slides up to fully cradle your head.

“Kiss me for real…please?” Your flirty tone turns to a very soft, comforting type of tone, smiling up at him as you watch him blink down at you. There’s a pause, he hesitates for a moment before gulping nervously. Although you’ve seen his face many times before, mouth to mouth kisses were hard to come by with Sal. With a shaky hand, he grabs your own hand and guides it to the back of his head, gesturing for you to unclip his prosthetic for him. He was far too nervous to do it himself, he figured he’d let you set the pace.

To his surprise, you’re pretty quick with the buckles and the mask falls into your lap within seconds. Immediately, your lips meet, Sal uses that hand on the back of your head to push you into him further. As your arms snake around his neck, hugging him close to your nearly bare chest, his other hand is gently kneading your hip as you move your lips against his. The kiss began to rapidly pick up pace, his tongue occasionally licking along your bottom lip.

It was always a delightful shock when your lips or tongue would meet his teeth accidentally where they peek through his cheek and the corner of his mouth, now was no exception. Any time this happens, Sal usually shies away and assumes it grosses you out, especially when he knows he’s probably drooling. Expecting this would happen, you move one hand to the back of his head, matching the grasp he has on you to keep him engaged in the kiss.

A low moan comes from him as he deepens the kiss along with you, tilting his head and running his tongue along your own. Suddenly, clumsily, Sal grabs ahold of your legs and slowly lays back on the bed, pulling you along with him, trying to keep his lips on yours. He fails at this, your lips parting for a moment, him awkwardly shifting under you until he pulls you up closer to his bright red and slightly sweaty face. You can’t help but laugh, not at him, he’s just too cute when he gets like this,

A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he holds you closer, squeezing you tightly against him as he places a final kiss on your nose. “Are you feeling better?” He quickly leans back in for a few more tender lip kisses, smiling brightly as he pulls back. “Yes, sooooo much better. You know what would really make me happy though, Sally?” Your hands run slowly through his long, blue hair as he hums in response. “Hm?”

“Let’s do all of that again…but in a nice hot shower~”

Cue Sal getting a gruesome bloody nose as he glances down at your barely covered chest and thinks about having a shower with you. 🥴🖤

[ifangirlalot]

Hello! May I please request Sal with a reader who walks with a cane due to an injury? Is it possible for them to be headcanons please?

Thank you and have a good day / night!

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐗 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ | starring sal fisher

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~fluff!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: mentions of a past injury and that's about it

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𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Sal would instantly bond with you, due to the fact that you both have obvious differences from everyone else. You're kindred spirits and he loves that.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ He would be incredibly helpful. Offering you his arm for you to hold to keep your balance, carrying your backpack in school to take the weight off you, helping you up the stairs in the apartments, etc.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Opening up to each other about your respective incidents that left you both injured would happen relatively quickly, since you can both since that you've finally found someone who can completely understand.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ You guys would decorate each other's respective "clutch". Sal would let you put stickers all over his mask and he would do the same to your cane.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Your relationship being hella soft and sweet. No disagreements or anything like that.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Being basically stitched together at the hip and your relationship being mutually beneficial for both of you. You help him to see since he only has one real eye and him helping you get around.

[sallyfaceproduces]

MASTERLIST

SAL FISHER

Reaction to their s/o holding onto their clothes as a habit

LARRY JOHNSON

Reaction to their s/o holding onto their clothes as a habit

POLY/MULTIPLE

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[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.