#ashley campbell imagines

[goforshexgo]

nvm I found it

ya'll I read this imagine ab sal fisher a while ago and it was like oh imagine that before he took his mask off in front of you he just touched where he wanted to kiss you PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT I'M DESPERATE

[devourers-of-god]

how would Sal comfort his s/o who is dealing with chronic stress and ptsd? 🥺

hiii!! as someone with these disabilities, I hope this will all make sense and if I ever write something not accurate - im truly sorry and feel free to tell me :) thank you for your ask, I hope you're doing well anon (my pms are open if needed)!

Warnings : mention of ptsd, only fluff today:)

SAL DATING SOMEONE WHO STRUGGLES WITH CHRONIC STRESS AND PTSD !- hcs

You never really told him because you were shy, but mostly because of the shame you had of taking pills.

he found out when you left him alone in your room, he snooped around and recognized the medication you've been prescribed.

his heart sunk when he discovered. his s/o was struggling in silence. but, his s/o struggles with the same thing as him.

you guys had a conversation later on, and you explained almost- everything to him.

he felt so, so bad.

he now make sure to always avoid topics that could put you in an episode/trigger you.

because of your chronic stress, you struggle sleeping. he always stays up cuddling/comforting you until you eventually fall asleep, then its his turn going to bed.

he gives you a bunch of body massages to help you a bit with your muscle tension.

sal will take god knows how long to comfort you during an episode (he learnt to calm himself alone, he's happy YOU have someone when you need help). he likes to play the 5 senses game to calm you down. sal help you manage your breathing during crisis, by doing breathing exercices and only stopping when he's noticed a change.

helps you with socializing and getting out of your shell.

sal helps you with affirming yourself and self esteem, by wearing matching outfits in public or doing things you're afraid of to show you its perfectly okay.

basically, he's the best partner you could ask for during crisis lol

thank you everyone for the likes on my previous posts, it really warm up my heart :) have a great day/week ily guys REQUESTS: OPEN

[whenuwishuponastar]

Travis: like I said, we need more help maybe we should call my friends

Todd: your what?

Travis: my friends

Sal: I'm so proud of u!

Neil: is he saying friends...??

Ashley: I think he's being sarcastic

Larry: no no no, this is delirium, he's cracked from being awake all night- Hey Travis! All your friends are in this room-

Travis: I have other friends your fucking idiot

[htchnr]

♰ yourself, just you ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a coffee!

content warning unprotected sex ⋆ oral sex (f receiving) ⋆ piv sex ⋆ pulling out ⋆ r's kinda in a bad mental place ⋆ sex as a coping mechanism ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help you ; Ash. wordcount 1,1k

authors note in a writers block rn, and in a sucky place mentally, so lets use my sad Meow Meow's to cope 🗣️🤭 listened to a variety of Radiohead songs while writing, mainly Just for this.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the hotel room was dark, light snores coming from Pablo who you shared a bed with. Ash had the other bed to himself. you lay on your back, eyes tracing patterns on the crappy ceiling. the road trip to Jacksonville has left you, feeling things, you wish you didn't feel.

you huff, gently shoving the blanket off you and swinging your feet over the side of the bed. you shiver as your feet hit the cold floor, exhaling deeply as you glance around the room. Ash wasn't in his bed, and in the other room you could hear the quiet sounds of something playing on the tv.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, stepping through the doorway as you watch Ash sitting on the couch, arms resting on his knees. he wasn't wearing the metal hand, as it probably lay in his duffel bag by the bed.

you clear your throat, Ash's head snapping towards you. " jesus! scared the hell outta me. " he breathes, leaning back against the couch. he was only in an old wife beater and his underwear, legs spread as he looks at you. you weren't wearing anything better, just your underwear and a baggy tshirt. " did i wake you? " he offers in a quiet tone.

you shake your head, slowly making your way towards him. " can't sleep, " you exhale, your feet carrying you without thinking.

you stand before him, half blocking his view of the tv, though he isn't watching it. " what's up? " his voice is gentle as much as it's intrigued.

" can't stop thinking, " you trail off, and Ash watches you as you step between his legs, pausing.

he leans forward, his knees shifting slightly against your thighs. " can't stop thinking about what? "

" you, "

you suck in a breath as Ash's hand rubs up the side of your bare leg. " yeah? " you nod, closing your eyes out of embarrassment. you really didn't want to admit it, but you were aching for him. the close proximity of the road trip, the bad flirting, the dirty jokes, everything was chipping away at you.

you take a deep breath as you lift a knee over his thigh, sinking it into the couch as the other follows, settling yourself in his lap. he leans back, looking up at you with those sweet, brown eyes. " i need you, Ash. " you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly, his breath mixing with yours.

his stump presses against your lower back, pulling you in as his hand strokes your cheek. your core clenched around nothing at the motion. " yeah, baby? you sure? " his voice is breathy, chest heaving at the close proximity and your admission.

you nod, leaning into his touch, his thumb stroking patterns against your soft skin. Ash doesn't waste another second, pressing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. a quiet moan slips from between your lips, the soft sound swallowed by Ash's lips.

he grunts, his hand wrapping around your back as he shifts you two, laying you down on the couch as he hovers above you. " i'll take care of you, " he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw and throat. " oh, i'll take care of you, sweet girl. " his voice is low and so disgustingly gentle. your head was swimming with pleasure as he lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach as he pressed open mouthed kisses across the skin.

you knew he would take care of you, his lips and gentle massaging of his hand proving that more than enough. his words were soft and breathy, trying to stay quiet as to not wake Pablo up in the other room as Ash swung your legs over his shoulders.

your back arched as he dove in, lapping at every inch he could reach with his lips and tongue. " come on, pretty thing, that's it, relax and let me take care of you. "

the time passes like a blur, soft sounds being muffled by his big hand, his hips pressing against yours. his thick cock filling you to the brim as he whispered into your ear. " you're taking me so well, you're doing so good, baby. "

each drag was a blur, your fingers clawed up his clothed back as he stuffed you over and over and over. the memories of all the shit that had happened would flood your mind — deadites, your dead friend, the Necronomicon, Ruby, running away — along with the drag of his fat cock against your walls, each vein, each twitch.

your climax came suddenly, eyes rolling back as one hand clamped over your lips to muffle your sounds, the other gripped Ash's shoulder like your life had depended on it.

he wasn't far behind, quietly chanting your name as he neared his end. his whole body shuddered, hips stuttered as he pulled out and came all over your bare stomach, panting harshly against you.

the clean up was a blur too, Ash having wiped you down with something before picking you up and carrying you over to the bed he occupied. he set you down, pulling the blanket over you before getting in himself. the moment he settled into the mattress you curled into his side, an arm draped across his firm stomach.

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, your mind finally somewhat at peace as Ash stroked your back with his hand. you nuzzled against his chest, exhaling deep as you drifted off.

[bowieandqueen11]

Ash Williams With An Injured S/O Would Include...

Request: Old Ash Williams headcanons where his s/o gets hurt please? Thank you!

Of course my lovely, hopefully these are okay! <3

Warning: mentions of injuries, guns, blood, trauma, and some swearing!

(I do not own the Evil Dead or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @theghostbeaters.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Ashley J. Williams knew something was wrong straight away.

It wasn’t due to the unnatural stillness of the cabin he had so long ago grew to detest and yet think of as the only real home he has yet. Nor was it due to the cold mist that seemed to wrap around his legs when he pushed open the bedroom door his sister had once sat in so many years ago, peering in uncertainly with the butt of his gun. Neither was it the cracked surfaces that seemed to smile wretchedly back at him with grinning shards, the grimy pools of muck on the floor that seemed to flicker with strange wisps of figures behind Ashley’s head as he walked forwards tentatively. No, it was the fact that his heart had suddenly turned heavy. Not in a ‘I have to deal with this pile or horse shit again and I’m sick of being the world’s saviour’ kind of way - that was more of a hole revving its way through the pit of his stomach kind of feeling. This was something more. Something far worse. It was as something had finally latched on and tethered itself to his heart, and now it was being tugged.

It was the most pain he had ever been in; it was a love finally come to level him, and Ash wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it if it tried to steal away his heart too.

Sadly, he wasn’t too surprised to see you run past the outline of the doorway, giggling as you went scurrying down the vacuous hall. Your sing-songy voice followed, each gargled word enunciated sending another shooting pain through his chest. ‘Another one bites the dust, Ashy Slashy. Another lover goooone.’ As he followed your sick, twisted laughter with pounding boots over the floorboards, I swear, you’ve never seen a fury like it.

When he finally reaches the main room again and spots you splayed out on the floor, a Deadite leering over you, let’s just put it bluntly. Ash Williams freaks the fuck out. The blood pooling out and seeping down the cracks in the floor: the ashen, sunken eyes of the demon slipping across it to taunt you, the gasp of annoyance that escapes you as you desperately try to hold your hand over the gushing wound at your side?? Ash just becomes twenty five again.

Not gonna lie, at first he panics. For about ten seconds, which seem to stretch out for an eternity, he feels himself hyperventilating as he moves backwards to hit the wall. As soon as his back touches timber, his face drops morosely as he becomes that scared, gangly young man just trying to enjoy a few days away with his friends. With each new gargle from the Deadite, he can feel the weight of that axe in his hand grow heavier and heavier, until he’s moving to drop it and realising there’s nothing there. 

He can hear it - he can hear it - that laugh. His sister. The basement. That damn laugh. You’re busy trying to sit up now, sliding backwards across the room and towards the trap door. As you sit there, reaching side ways for a piece of glass from the shattered mirror that used to rest over the fireplace, the manic emptiness in your eyes just reminds him of Linda. 

He can’t do this again. He cannot do this again. His fingers spread out against the walls, and he chokes out another breath. He’s trembling. He can’t.

It takes a moment for him to come back round to himself, and a further one for ‘Saviour Ash’ to kick start again. And then he begins to see red cloud his vision. It’s not even like the first time round - when he was scared and alone, but deep down didn’t really care if he lived or died. He just wanted it to end, for the nightmarish hell he’d found himself entrapped within to be over. But with you here now, oh god, with you, he was going to burn down this cabin down splintered timber piece by piece if it meant even dreaming of the chance to keep you alive.

All you can hear is the ringing boom of gun shots, a few rancid screams, and the rev of an overheating chainsaw as you try to fight against unconsciousness. Warm blood splashes over your legs as you try to clamber up the side of the wall, pretending not to notice that the hatch underneath your feet is starting to crash and shake and groan against the weight of the chained lock.

It all becomes a blur from there on. You manage to smash your foot down, with some conceivable effort, onto the elongated neck of whatever new party trick was trying to crawl out from the cellar steps. You can hear Ash yelling in anger, making out through the flutter of your eyelids the way the paintings are flying up dust as they spin across the walls, laughing at Ash’s failure once again. 

Before you collapse, you feel the strong arms of Ash quickly grab onto your shoulders and gently slow your fall, pulling you up towards his heaving chest. Because his joints are so sore, and his shoulders a bit our of whack after all the years of killing Deadites mixed with lifting heavy boxes at S-Mart, it takes a little longer than he’d like to strap you up in his arms and carry you out. But by gosh, does some version of his younger self come bursting out in a hot fury, not allowing himself to make the same mistakes - that caring, scared, protective, brave, young soul comes bursting through the façade as he cradles you in his arms and lifts you up until you’re resting bridle style against his pecs. The determination, yet the pure terror lines his face as he manages to kick the front door nearly straight off its hinges, making sure not to slip as he jogs down the porch steps.

If you had been more lucid, you would have tried to crack a joke about how he was your ‘strapping knight in shining armour coming to the rescue.’ But his breathing was that harsh, and his brow that wrinkled with both old and new stress lines, that you just let him hold you that little bit tighter as he ran towards the Delta. It wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t the right Ash for it.

With some final burst of strength, Ash manages to bundle you into the passenger side of the car, seemingly all jokey jokey and cool and collected as he lifts your feet and tucks them up past the door handle. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t give less of a shit about whether the Delta would be stained. He was too busy trying to keep busy, running around to the other side and stretching past the steering wheel to lift up the edge of your shirt and pretend he knows what he was doing when he pokes at your wound.

I mean, a small part of him does: the man did saw off his own hand before and managed to survive it. The problem is, his hand is shaking too much, and even you can see through the veil of tiredness that seems to be settling over your head that despite his lips moving to say that you’re ‘looking just fine stretched over the seat like that’, he can’t meet your eye dead on. He keeps flicking to the tree line, or down to his hand, or guilty over the blood that’s beginning to stain his fingertips. 

Even worse, you can hear the crack in his voice when he tells you that using his bandages will cost you ten dollars extra.

He apologies genuinely when he sticks some gauze against the wound to try and stem the bleeding as best he can. He’s been through this before, and knows the agonising pain it brings, and it’s killing him that he’s managed to rope the best thing he’s ever had in his life back into the same circle of suffering. He knew better. He knew better. And here you both were, and it was all his fault. Just because he was Ashley Williams. And it just all broke his heart. That he was too broken, too stupid, too him to ever give you the life he had dreamt off back in his bedroom all those years ago, when life still felt worth living.

The last thing you feel before he grabs his jacket from the back seat and tries his best to settle it around your shoulders is the feel of his lips brush hesitantly against yours. It wasn’t the act itself that was unusual, but it was the way his bottom lip shook, and how fragile - how inexperienced they felt. You swore that if you couldn’t hear his foot hit the pedal to rev the engine, and the sound of him still talking shit as he reversed out back into the woodland, you would have seen him. You would have opened your eyes, blinked through the halo of warm light, and made out the blurry outline of a recently shaved, whiskey mop of brown hair, angelic looking smile of one young Ashley J. Williams.

And it just broke your heart too.

[ventimyoneandonly]

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃'𝓉

A list of things I will and won't write for + requests

this was written on laptop so I am sorry if anything looks weird efowifmwiefmwie you can request only 1-5 characters per request note: this needs to be edited and I pretty much stopped writing for now srry 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 will write most things if they're not in the will not write category I am better at imagines eifewiowfif ★ = probably not the best at writing ♡ = most likely better at writing ❀ = could be good could be bad ❀♡ = good leaning ❀★ = not that good leaning

𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓼 + 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Sally Face Sal Fisher ♡ Ashley Campbell ❀♡ Larry Johnson ★ Genshin Impact

Kazuha Kaedehara ♡ Freminet ❀♡ Lynette ❀♡ Xiao ❀★ Klee ❀♡ (strictly platonic) Tighnari ❀ Wanderer ❀ Madoka Magica small edit: I may do a little romance idk though Madoka Kaname ❀♡ Mami Tomoe ❀ Kyubey ❀ (platonic only) Twisted Wonderland - I haven't had time to play it but shhhh Epel Felmier ❀ (I will only be good at romantic) more will be added to the future 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 just don't request stuff like or similar to this and we'll be good Nsfw (smut, gore, stuff like that) Incest enemies to lovers because I would be terrible at it violence character x character with madoka magica being the exception to this rule probably won't write the reader being a specific body type or stuff like that

[ashleysboomstick]

Admiring The View

(very) Short Imagine

Ash Williams x Reader

Warnings: No warnings, just ☝(admiring the view)

Ash, settled below your waist, head resting between your thighs and arms wrapped around loosely.

Panting, in a daze, Ash slowly lifts his head up to look at you. As if he's seen an angel for the first time, his eyes softened with adoration.

(I wasn't kidding on how short I was lol)

[dumbfuck-mojave]

Bottle for Two🥂

Franchise: The Evil Dead

Pairings: Ash Williams x Reader

Also Featured: Shelly, Scotty, Cheryl, random college students I made up. Mentions of Chet, Linda and Brock. 

Warnings: None really. Swearing. A few mentions of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, but only for a few sentences. Reader is reluctant to play spin the bottle, but only because Ash is there.  Active consent is asked and given throughout the entire thing! Don’t let anyone force you into anything, dear readers. Also sorry for the bloody gif my man just looks FINE in it. Homosexual activity is present /j. 

A/N: This was super fun to write!! Got a bit caught up in letter commissions last month so I kind of neglected actual writing but I have so many ideas, I just need to sit down and do them. This takes place before the first movie! Ashley still has both of his hands and everyone is a bit younger. I hope you enjoy, I love writing for Ash!!

Word Count: 1,672

@f1nalboys @goodguydxll @skeletonsinthebasement @horrorstolemyheart @early20sfailingplenty @sassypotatomoose​ <333

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“I just don’t know.” You sigh, turning back to the fridge as you search for another drink.

“If they don’t want to do it, they don’t want to do it,” Cheryl joined in on the conversation, having come into the kitchen for a drink herself, “Forcing them to say yes is compulsion, you know. It can count as a criminal offense.”

“They’re not saying yes or no, they’re just saying 'I don't know’ over and over!” Sadie retorted, her gaze softening as she looked back at you, “Listen, if you don’t actually want to do it I’ll stop asking. But we both know the real reason you’re saying no.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?” You scoff, cracking open a can with your pointer finger while still tapping the sides with your other ones. The soda fizzed anyway. 

“Yeah, what is that?” Cheryl asked, her brows scrunched up in confusion. It was cute. 

“They just don’t want to play because Ash is here~” Sadie said in a sing-song voice, leaning towards you with a cocky grin on her face.

“Oh, grow up. It’s not because of that.” You roll your eyes, making your way back out to the living room.

“It so is!” Sadie laughed, following after you, “It’s understandable, even! We’ve all seen him, he’s a hunk of-”

“Um, ew.” Cheryl cut her off, but then looked over at you, “Is that really the reason?”

You blush. 

“Yep, your face is hot!” Sadie exclaimed, putting her hand up to your cheek, “Don’t try to hide it, body indicators tell all!”

“Maybe it’s because I’m not a cold-blooded worm like you.” You simper, sipping your drink with a calm expression.

“Hey, at least Ash likes cold-blooded things! Isn’t that so Cheryl? Like iguanas and stuff?”

“Ugh, yes. He used to beg dad for a snake every Christmas growing up.” 

“A snake, huh? Fitting, considering his-”

“Both of you hush up!” You whirl around just outside the entrance of the massive living room, “No more talk about blushing or Ash’s snake, okay?”

“So, what’s your answer then? Will you play?” Sadie raised her eyebrows at you.

You sigh, looking over your shoulder at Ash’s hunched form on the couch.

“You know what? Fine. I’ll play.”

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“Alright, is everyone ready?” Scotty huffed as he straightened up, having just pushed the large glass coffee table off to the side so everyone could sit on the floor together.

“Ready!” Angela squeaked, falling chest first onto the pillow in front of her. You could see her boyfriend, Danny, eyeing her a few spots down for you. Oh yeah, this would be a fun night. 

Out of the fifteen people at the party, twelve were playing the game. You, Ash, Sadie, Shelly, Scotty, Dave, Angela, Danny, Tonya, Erin, Michael, and Mickey. The party’s host, Christina, had gone upstairs to talk to her parents about an apparent ‘family emergency' and Cheryl and Ginny were curled up above everyone on the couch. Both had chosen to sit out to be spared the awkwardness of having the bottle land on their sibling, and now chatted away without a care in the world. You noticed how flustered Cheryl got as Ginny leaned into her and you smiled. 

“Alright, a few warnings for everyone!” Shelly spoke up, laying back against her pillows like a Canova statue, “If you don’t kiss in ten seconds, you have to French. Couples, if you get mad at your partner kissing someone else, get your head out of your ass! You both agreed to play this game. Finally, don’t be scared! We may whistle and holler, but seriously. We’re all just here to have a good time, agreed?”

“Agreed!” The lot of you piped up, a few nodding their heads as well. Shelly clapped, a brilliant smile on her face, and leaned forward to set the empty beer bottle down on the cardboard piece that had been thrown in the middle of the circle.

“Then let the game begin!” 

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“Alright Y/N, it’s your turn~” Shelly crooned, straightening the bottle out. You clear your throat and square your shoulders, nodding. 

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Being the forth to go, you had already witnessed some of the action caused by the game. Danny miraculously got Angela on his spin and for a game with a French kiss rule, they were somehow too intimate for any public setting. Dave’s spin landed on Erin, who now sat with his face in his hands, red sweeping up his freckled neck. Michael’s landed on Mickey, who had turned away from comforting Erin to give her boyfriend a swift peck on the lips, much to the displeasure of the other players. No matter gender or relationship status, they wanted passion and you feared for how they would react on your turn. 

There was another reason you hadn’t wanted to play this game, and you looked upon in horror as the neck of the bottle slowed to point at your first reason. 

Ash, despite being almost directly across from you, had not looked at you the whole game. He sat crisscrossed between Shelly and Mickey, the former of which had been whispering and giggling to him since the start. You weren’t jealous, no, but a feeling had formed in your stomach. Like you were witnessing something you weren’t supposed to be in on. 

But now he looked at you, wide eyed and owlish, as Shelly jumped up.

“Y/N and Ash!”

“I, uh, shit-” You stutter out, matching Ash’s expression. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Scotty barked out, nudging Danny beside him, “Go on, lovebirds! Have at it!”

“Scotty, enough!” Shelly chastised, sending a cool glare his way. Scotty folded under her stare, shutting up immediately. 

“I’d rather we do it in private, if that’s okay.” Ash spoke up, looking at Shelly with a strange expression. 

“Oh, c’mon! That’s not-”

“WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION, DANNY!” Shelly cut him off with a loud growl, waving her hand towards Ash, “Of course you can, no worries.”

“Thank you,” Ash whispered out quickly before getting up and strutting towards you, holding out his hand, “You ready, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You were confused, but grateful. Ash pulled you up and quickly made his way towards the dark stairs, which lead a steep path up to the unlit second floor. 

Christina still hadn’t come out of her room, the first one on left, but you didn’t have time to think on it as Ash herded you into the third room down, closing the door behind him and locking it. 

“Let me explain-”

“Thank you,” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, “I, um, it was stupid of me to agree to play.”

Ash raised an eyebrow at you, and you scrambled quickly to clarify. 

“Not because of you! Really, you were my top choice, I just…I’ve never done this before.”

“Spin the bottle?” Ash queried, sitting down next to you once you nodded in confirmation at his non-verbal prompt. 

“No. I mean, yes, but it’s bigger than that.” You grew quiet at that, the energy thick in the room. 

“You’ve…never kissed someone before, have you.”

“Very observant.” You chuckled to yourself, not meeting his eye. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Strange, because I’m usually very not so.” Ash laughed as well, and it helped ease your nerves. You turn to face him as his hand finds a place on your shoulder. 

“Listen, we really don’t have to do this. We can just say we did it and if anyone argues Shelly can yell at them for us. Or we can just be direct, we didn’t do it because you were uncomfortable. That’s fine too.”

“No, I want to, it’s just-” You stopped, what he had said fully clicking, “Did you and Shelly plan this?”

“What!? No! I wouldn’t do that to you.” Ash started with an alarmed tone, “Shelly just knew I wanted the bottle to land on you but I guess she also knew you haven’t kissed anyone so she suggested I take you upstairs but she didn’t tell me that I swear-”

“Ash, calm down. You’re rambling.” You grabbed his shoulders as he looked up.

“I just didn’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

“I don’t, I promise,” You held out your pinky and smiled as he took it, shaking your hand, “You want to kiss me though? Me?”

“Of course I do! Y/N, I’ve liked you for ages!”

“Oh my-” You slap your hands over your face, falling back onto the bed with a groan, “I like you too! I just thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“Why wouldn’t I feel the same?” Ash leaned on his elbow, beside and slightly above you.

“Ash, do you know the reputation you have? I talked to Linda, and Chet when he visited, you don’t really come across as a one person dude.”

“Well, I am. I promise.”

He paused for a moment, gazing down at you with a fond expression. 

“What?” You whispered, desperately trying not to look at his lips hovering just a few inches from you. 

“I’ll be your ‘one person dude’, if you’ll have me?” Ash asked, a dopey smile growing on his face as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

“Oh, come here, you big goof.” You laughed as his shadow consumed you.

Laying there, on the four digit mattress in Christina’s guest room, you had your first kiss. Laying there, with Ash’s body half over you, you felt the touch of his soft and warm lips as he cradled the back of your head like you were the most precious thing in the world. Laying there, you imagined the life ahead. A future with him.

It was perfect. 

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“Hey, did Christina ever say why her parents called?” Ginny asked as Cheryl turned away from the stairs, “Cher, they’re fine, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Cheryl responded, leaning into Ginny’s shoulder, “Also, Christina’s brother got arrested. Again.”

“Of course he did.”

[garden-eye]

How y’all meet

This is an imagine of how you meet the gang + Travis! (from my wattpad!!) ----

Sal: You and Sal met in the apartments, it was a few months after Sal moved in.

You were out in the hallway, moving boxes into your new apartment when Sal saw you. He gave you some time before going up to talk to you, he knew you were probably busy trying to move into your apartment.

He came up to you a few hours later while you were chilling outside.

"Hi"

You nodded in a reply

"You moved in okay?"

"Actually yeah, this place is pretty cool"

You guys talked for a while and found out you have a lot in common.

Larry: You two actually met at a concert. Well, it was in the parking lot of one. You noticed a talk brown-haired dude throwing up in the nearby grass, with a boy with blue hair next to him, trying to comfort him.

You walked over to the brown-haired guy and handed him water, he looked pretty dehydrated.

"Thanks man-"

"It's no problem dude, you alright?"

"Yeah, just ate something that didn't sit right-"

The three of you talked for a while and found out you both went to Nockfell and attended the same school.

Interesting.

Ash: It was during history when you first met. You were about to take notes when you realize, you lost your last pencil, got damnit.

You looked over to Ash that say next to you.

"Psss- you got a pencil I can borrow-"

"Mmh I don't know... Do I??" she jokingly said

"Dude please I really need one!!"

She laughed before handing me a pencil, but with a small piece of paper attached to it.

You opened it and saw it was her number, damn she's bold.

Todd: Like Ash, you guys meet in school, but science class.

You too were partnered up for a project that was worth most of your grade. Before this, you two did even know each other existed, you usually worked with your friend, but today the teacher assigned partners. Good thing he was the nerd of this class.

"So we're probably going to have to do the project at your house, what's your address?"

"Hm what?-"

"Great, I'm working with a slacker."

"Hey! I can do this project and put as much work into it like you!" You said, completely out of spite, you wanted to prove it to him.

After giving him your address, you guys meet up, and started working on the project after class, and you guys actually had a lot in common.

Travis: Your parents had sent you to church, they wanted to know if it was a good one, but for some reason they couldn't do it themselves, what some jackasses.

You went over to the church, it looked pretty normal, but it felt uneasy, but it's whatever and you just brushed it off.

After walking around and talking to some people and the pastor you recognized someone from your school, Travis Phelps.

You walked up to him.

"Hey Travissss."

"Ach! What do you want freak?! Why are you here?"

"My parents wanted me to check around the place, and see if it was a good church and-"

"Whatever freak, I didn't care. Just don't be annoying." he cut you off.

Despite his wishes, you wanted to annoy him.

One thing after another, you were coming over to his house more often, for some reason his father thought you were a good role model and wanted you to teach him more of the "Christen ways". Did you? Hah no, you too just hung out, he very much hated it though, well at first.

[atleastimaware]

more sally face bc my fixation is coming back

[andreaheartscats]

Sally Face relationship headcanons

-> characters: Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Ashley Campbell

a/n: not proofread, sorry for any grammer mistakes i made!

Sal Fisher

He is very very sweet and caring but doesn't show it much in public since he doesn't want to make you feel ashamed of the fact that you're dating him.

You, a literal model, the most beautiful person he has ever seen his entier life!

In private he is very clingy and shows just how much he loves you. He showers you with compliments, gifts and such.

The dates he takes you in are absolutely adorable. He knows you don't like crowded places so he usually takes you out at night.

He takes you out to a random park at night and you both enjoy eachothers company and the night breeze while snacking on your favorite snacks and drinking your favorite drinks.

Sometimes you two would hangout in his apartmant when his dad is away. You would be in his room just chilling.

He would be working on some ghost equipment while you would lay on one of his bean bags with gizmo in your lap as he slept.

Imagine you two had a sleepover and then you had a big craving for some fast food. He would suggest that you two take a quick late night walk to the closest fast food open!

of course how could you deny such a thing.

you took Sals hoodie, even tho he was almost the same height as you, his hoodie fit you really nicely.

He would get all red in the face when he saw you in his hoodie but thankfuly for him, you couldn't see that due to his mask.

When the two of you arrived at the fast food place, it was pretty empty. Nockfell didn't have many people so it didn't suprise you really.

He orderd for the both of you and you enjoyed the food together.

In private, at his apartmant or your home . He would have his mask off around you. He really trusted you and you would trace your fingers over his scars brushing against them.

You never minded them, in fact you found him even more attractive. Of course you felt sorry for what happend to him but you loved him no matter what he looked like and he loved you.

Larry Johnson

Larry is such a cling. He is with you almost nonstop, he never leaves your side.

He loves you in both private and public, and he isn't afraid to show it. If a guy hits on you, be would on purpes put his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him while eying the guy up and down with his eyebrows frowned together.

He shows love for you in many ways. He buys you gifts, soo many teddy bears and roses, he writes songs for you and plays them on his guitar for you.

Larry is alwalys insisting on you spending the night at his. Of course how could you deny such a offer! His mom never minds when you're over. In fact she really likes you.

Whenever you were over, you would always have to sit for about 30 minutes with his mom Lisa to talk about Larry and poke fun at him! She would show you all his baby pics and of course he would get soo much embarrassed.

A blush would creep on his face while trying to drag you away from his mom into his room while you and his mom were laughing your asses off!

The two of you would cuddle 24/7. He would lay on you, with his full weight. And then you would rub his back and brush through his hair with your fingers while he shoves his head into your chest taking in your sweet scent.

Most of your time would be spend like this with him, cuddling and sleeping together.

Sometimes while you were lying on his bed, just spending some time with him, he would take that chance to paint you.

After hour or so you kinda noticed he was glancing at you nonstop. When you got up and walked over to him you saw a beautiful painting of you, half finished.

He would have his proud smile on his face with his fingers all messy in paint and his hair half up.

Ashley Campbell

She is the most caring person you'll ever meet! She loves you soooo so much. When she loves, she loves hard!

Ash really enjoys holding your hand and just clinging next to you, she is not afraid to show off her love for you in public at all.

Whenever you two would go on a date, you would get ready together. She would do your hair and your makeup if you wear some.

When it comes to outfits, it's like a runway show. You pick an outfit for her and she picks for you. Then both of you take your turns to show off the outfit other one picked out!

Whenever you're down, she takes you on a ride on her motorcycle. Mostly at night. The cold wind hitting your face, making you feel refreshed as you hold onto Ash while she drives god knows where.

Carnival dates are a must! Ash loves winning teddy bears and bunch of prizes for you. When she sees a fun ride, she just grabs your hand and literally drags you as she runs.

Ash loooves taking pictures, a lot of pictures. She has soo many photos of you and you two together. Once you two were making some pasta and she just snapped a random photo of you while you stirred the pasta.

If you have long hair (let's imagine you do) she would try soo many hair styles on you, like braiding your hair, putting them in space buns, etc...

Ash always makes sure you two match outfits. If you wore -your favorite color- shirt she would wear a similar one to you. Or she would match your nails!

When Ash puts on lipstick, she kisses you all over your face and leaves kisses marks on! She never tells you tho, so you would just walk around with red lipstick kisses smudged all over your face.

[liminarystars]

Hey again !! Ik I just requested 😭- but could you pls write a drabble for Larry and Sal (separately) w/ their midsized!fem!reader gf celebrating her birthday? It's almost my birthday lol and I'd absolutely love it if you could write something :'D !! No pressure ofc !!

I'd like to imagine getting high with Larry and Sal on readers bday ! Larry painting for reader, Sally playing his guitar for her, the three playing video games, and the whole gang (Larry, Sal, Ash, Todd, Neil, Maple, Chug, Travis, etc.) just celebrating readers birthday and having fun ^_^ ! Larry and Sal go out of their way to make readers birthday extra special bc they're just absolute sweethearts like that :') !!

a/n: happy birthday! (lowkey hope this is before your birthday but idk) also, jarred one of my left fingers, so typing was hard. :|

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson

ft: todd morrison, ashley campbell, travis phelps, maple cohen, chug cohen, neil and lisa johnson

⋆˙⟡♡❀ sal fisher

✮⋆˙ like i have said before, he would try his hardest to draw you something. sal's shitty drawings >

✮⋆˙ boy would write a whole song for your birthday, like a little ballad on his guitar

✮⋆˙ it depends if your having a party or not

✮⋆˙ if not, he'd just spend time with you. a nice home date for your birthday. he wouldn't wear his mask or bother with his clothes and do what you wanna do. wether it be a movie or just cuddling. he'll do it.

✮⋆˙ if you have a party, he'd be clinging to your side. i don't think he'd like parties. too loud for him.

✮⋆˙ he would attempt to make you cupcakes.

⋆˙⟡♡❀ larry johnson

✮⋆˙ birthdays with him would be a expirence

✮⋆˙ 100% would be getting high with him.

✮⋆˙ he would gift you a beautiful painting. either one of you or like a landscape.

✮⋆˙ if you don't have a party and choose to just chill with him, he'd be fine with that.

✮⋆˙ listening to sanity's fall >

✮⋆˙ at a party, he'd just have to be careful of lisa if he's dishing out weed.

✮⋆˙ he and his mum would bake you a cake.

© 2024 liminarystars - all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate or plagerise my content.

[devourers-of-god]

hii i love your blog, thank you for keeping the sf fandom alive with your amazing writing 🤍

can i request what it would be like if sal’s s/o was also his college roommate? like they both left nockfell successfully without the whole incident at the apartments and went to college together. how would it be for them from the domestic goofy shenanigans to the more deep emotional stuff, like since they share a room they’d be there for him during his nightmares and moments of insecurity 💔 aghhh i love him sm

Hii thank you for the compliments and for being sweet 😞🩷 sorry for inactivity!!! Also I already wrote this but when I tried to publish it didn’t work and erased my work. So this is second take of making this post ! (I’m going to throw my phone in a lake)

WHAT LIVING WITH SAL FISHER IS LIKE

Type: headcanons

Warnings: sh mention

- the dorm always smell like food because you guys have cooking nights often (except when you guys buy take out because you’re LAZY!!!)

- wine date nights even if he doesn’t like to drink, he does it for you. He also make charcuterie boards to go along with it.

- plays guitar for you and also plays composed songs made for you.

- pillow forts >>>

- the messiest/ prettiest dorm you’ll see: the messy room adds a huge charm to it.

- whenever he has a nightmare , you help him calm down while brushing his hair with your fingers, you hum his favourite song and you make sure he falls asleep after.

- when he feel like sharing what happened in his nightmare, you reason him by explaining that it’s just a nightmare and it won’t happen in real life.

- he paints your nails sometimes

- you guys dorm is a safe place for friends.

- you encourage him to take off his mask more often around you, and you always comfort him and shower him with compliments when he does so.

- you help Sal not relapsing with his self harm. You always help him in moments of crisis.

- you caress his face when you guys watch movies on the couch.

- after a series of weeks clean from self harm, you take him out to dinner or make his favourite food:)

OKI GUYS! Hope you liked😭 I’m sorry this is short I’m currently at work but I really wanted to post since it’s been a while !!!! I love you all guys

REQUESTS: ALWAYS OPEN!!!

[whenuwishuponastar]

Travis: *realizes he's in an abusive relationship* Oh I'm my mother- OH MY GOd- this is horrible! I've been trying so hard not to be my father I didn't see this coming!

[htchnr]

♰ apocalypse ༻ ASH WILLIAMS.*ೃ˚

✮ꜜ masterlist. ✮ꜜ buy me a coffee!

content warning disgusting fluff ⋆ like ew it's so cute ⋆ Ash's nonsense expressions ⋆ age gap ⋆ Ash is in his late 40s reader in her late 20s ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

summary requested by a lovely anon ; early morning softness with ash… ash waking up before the reader and tenderly gazing at her before some stupid one liner spills from his lips… scratching ash’s scalp as he groans into his pillow… so many options… wordcount 0,8k.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the loud patter of rain slowly wakes you up, barely any sunlight spilling through the small skylight in the trailer. you groan, turning your side as you try to stretch. Ash's large left hand wrapping itself firmly around your waist, as if you were gonna disappear if he didn't.

you stretch and yawn, the slowly turn back to face him. your tired eyes admire his peaceful features before being pulled shut again as you slowly start to fall asleep again.

Ash grunts, slowly waking as he tries to stretch his shoulders without moving against you too much. he blinks, eyes prepared to adjust to the light, but finding the curtained bedroom still relatively dark.

he looks over at you, your eyes closed and your face relaxed as you start to doze off again in his arms. a cheesy, lovesick smile makes its way onto his face, those thin lips stretching tiredly. he never means for it to sound so creepy, but he loves watching you sleep — your face so peaceful and almost angelic. he could admire you for days.

you shift against him, a hand coming up against his chest as you sigh deeply. his whole body freezes, afraid he's woken you up, but your body stills after the small shift.

he lays there for a few more minutes, eyes flitting across your form. he slowly and gently raises his left hand, his warm fingers coming down to carefully hold your face and brush away some stray strands of hair.

you inhale deeply, a small smile stretching across your lips as his thumb strokes your cheek. you exhale, nuzzling your face closer to his. " g'morning, creep, " you hum, your voice groggy with sleep.

he huffs with a smile, " good morning, sunshine, " stroking your cheek one last time before snaking his strong arm around your waist and rolling onto his side, draping his heavy figure across your side with his face tucked into the crook of your neck. " lovely as a can of cherries in Maine, " he inhales deeply, cherishing the faint smell of your perfume.

you tiredly laugh, one arm wrapping around his shoulder and the other other moving to comb your fingers through his messy hair. " Ash, that makes no damn sense, "

his arm tightens around you at the feeling of your nails gently scratching his scalp, burrowing his face closer against you as he lets out a long and pleased hum. you smile, your eyes still closed as you continue your motions. Ash closes his eyes, bridge of his sharp nose pressed firmly against the base of your throat as he settles against your chest.

you scratch a little more firm, nails dragging gentle patterns across his scalp as the large man is practically purring against you. " oh, please don't stop, baby, " he pleads with a long groan, brows furrowing in pure pleasure at the sensation.

you grin and chuckle, Ash's head moving along with the rising and falling of your chest. " you know i wouldn't dare, "

you two stay like that for a long while, watching the sun slowly rise as you hold the sweet bear of a man against your chest. you love moments like these, the comfort, the pleasure and relief of having him so close — the blessed silence and no awful puns as he's rendered speechless as you scratch his scalp.

you listen to the sound of the rain on the roof, the sound slowly soothing you back to sleep. " y'know, " you mumble. Ash hums in acknowledgment. " i think the weather sounds like it's a perfect day to lay around all day, what'dya say? " your voice getting more scratchy the closer you're dragged to sleep.

Ash whines against you as you reach a specific spot on his head, pressing his face impossibly more close against you. " that sounds like the best idea ever dollface, " sighing pleasurably against you, his hot breath fanning across your bare collarbones.

you nod along. yeah, you wouldn't trade moments like these in for anything else in the world. and even if you would, Ash wouldn't ever let you leave his bed.

[bi-fi-network]

Heyy! This is 🎅 :) NSFW headcanons for the sally face main 4 pls ;D

(yk Im nasty)

Well that was fast ಠ_ಠ I made my first post 10 Minutes ago, but okay, haha.

Here you go!

Sally Face NSFW Headcanons for the main 4 - Part 1

Ashley Campbell

I feel like if her partner if female, she would be a lot more submissive than with a male character.

She would let a female dominate her any time but if she was with a male, she would rather be the dominan one.

Her kinks: Praise and degradation (it depends), pegging, brat tamer: imagine her putting her boyfriend in his place (^///^) (my genderfluid self is screaming rn)

Ngl I feel like she´d be a sadist.

She´s a reciever. Theres just something about you giving her what she want´s that really gets her going.

Sally Fisher

Oh boy

He´s so submissive, doesn´t matter if his partner is female or male (or anything in between)

He´s a giver. He just wants to serve and treat you like a god/ godess.

His kinks: Praise, pegging (I said, what I said), choking, voyeur (had to look up how to spell this shit) That being said: He want´s to watch you masturbate or (secretly) watch you shower

he really enjoys mutual masturbation

he once secretly listened to you masturbate and still feels guilty

He really wants to wear lingerie and ✨seduce✨you with it

Probably has a Mommy Kink too: He found out when you two where at it one day and he just called you mommy all of a sudden

It probably has to do with his mom not being with him at a young age

You liked it of course (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

Masturbates A LOT

like at least one/twice a day (whimpers while doing so)

very sensitive

whimpers (I know I already said that, but i just wanted to clarify it)

I´ll make a part 2 with Larry soon but I´m not sure if I´ll write for Todd because I headcanon him as Asexual. :) But I´ll post these 2 for now so you don´t have to wait so long 🎅.