#it's a prosthetic in sal's case

[kaiya-player2]

Yes, I do have a type.

Masked murderers with blue hair.

When I say they can barge into my room and-

[killemwithkawaii]

"...!!!"

"...oh shit- I'm so sorry, Sal, I didn't mean to...!!"

"...uh, it's fine [y/n], just... try to watch your aim next time, okay...?" 💓💦

[Prison uniform and no shirt variations under the cut]

(Potential POV: He asked if you fr find him attractive and now the proof is all over his face whoops 😳💦💦💦)

[jasontoddssuper]

Jason:Your prosthetic looks cool!

Sal,surprised but in a good way:Thanks!!!So does your helm-I mean,hood!

[lovelybrooke]

Hey, can you do romantic yandere sally face headcanons especially when they realize they're in love with the reader?

Yandere Sally Face Concept

There aren't any good Sally Face gifs so no gif for this one. This is going to be based on this act I got a while ago, you don't have to read it to understand it but just in case.

I've been watching Invincible so that's what's been taking up all my time, sorry.

Tw: for general talks of death and hints to murder (including child murder). Please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable.

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Life was always hard for you. From a young age you started to see things. Shapes of things that weren't there, people that would disappear a second after you saw them. When you were little you thought you were special, that this--thing--made you different. But as you got older, you started to regret that feeling. 

You were ten years old when you realized that the people you were seeing were dead people. A little girl appeared in your room, her hair nappy and long. Her skin was pale white, covered in bruises, and there was a large red mark on her head. You were scared, terrified even, but the only thing that kept you from calling out for your parents were her cries. She cries for her mom, for her dad, and for help. They were so loud, so overwhelming, that eventually you couldn't take it. You cried and cried until your voice went raw, your parent's couldn't even console you. 

The next few years were filled with doctor visit after doctor visit, all which didn't help. You kept seeing the same things, hearing the desperate cries of people from beyond. Your parent's tried to help, but there was only so much they could do. Eventually, you got used to it, you even made some friends out of these ghosts, the ones that weren't as mean. Your parents, however, remained concerned. They were scared of what was happening to their child, of the things they were seeing. They didn't know what to do, so they thought a fresh start would be the best option. 

Nockfell was a small town, and you were just about to start a new year of school. Maybe you would make some new friends, maybe you'd forget about all these silly little things you were seeing. Moving was relatively easy, it was a distraction to everything, something else to focus on. Your parents encouraged you to make friends when you first moved to Addison, but it was hard. You were always shy, couldn't relate to other kids for...obvious reasons. Your parent's never pressured you but it worried them. 

All good things come to an end, however, and eventually, you started seeing them again. It didn't help that you moved in during a murder investigation, it felt as though everywhere you turned spirits were popping up left and right. It got to the point where they were your only friends, meeting a little girl named Megan who reminded you of the one you met all those years ago. That's how you met Sally. 

It was awkward at first, it's hard meeting someone while talking to a ghost in a bathroom, but eventually you two bonded. You both knew what it was like, to feel ostracized. You never asked about his prosthetic, you just...accepted him for who he was, he liked that. One day, Sally introduced you to Larry, his other friend. Larry was more open than Sal, in nearly every way. But you understood why they got along so well. It wasn't just the music or the hobbies, they both understood each other in a deep way, in a unique way. 

Explaining to the both of them that you saw dead people was definitely...not fun. It was when Larry took you to his treehouse for the first time. Sal came with, and at first, it was fun. It was the first time you laughed in--years. But then, it was like a chill ran up your spine and suddenly you couldn't breathe. The treehouse felt small as you struggled to catch your breath. For a second, it felt like there was someone else with you three, and it terrified you. You spend the next hour explaining everything to them, and honestly, if they were anyone else, you probably would be out two friends. 

You spend the few weeks before school helping them with their goal to figure out what happened to Mrs. Sanderson. It was weird, spending your days searching for a murder, just to go home and pretend like nothing weird was happening. Your parent's thought you were getting better, which you were. Sal and Larry eventually introduced you to their other fiends, Todd and Ashley. Todd was more quiet than the others, and you related a lot to him on that part, while Ashley and you tended to draw together. For the first time in your life, you had actual friends and a community. 

Growing up with them, your dynamics changed slowly. High school was difficult, it always was, but it was nice having people there to keep you safe. Larry never let anyone make fun of you, and Sal was always there to comfort you. Ashley was always the one you went to when times got tough mentally. She'd sit and talk to you for hours, and she'd listen. You and Todd would study a lot together, and he'd rant to you about whatever new thing he's making. 

But things got weird, around the time Sal showed you his face for the first time. It was a random night when you were hanging out in your room when he told you he wanted to show you his face. He was obviously really nervous, stuttering and talking quietly. You accepted and told him to do whatever he was comfortable with, and a few moments later, he took off his mask. It definitely was awkward, but you thanked him for feeling comfortable enough around you to share this with you, you couldn't even finish before he hugged you. You should've known something about your relationship would change after that. 

You think Sal told Larry what happened that night, because you talked about it the next day at school. He thanked you for being so kind to him, that Sal was building up the courage for weeks to share that with you. After that, you were almost always with the two, and if you were alone, Sal never had his Mask on. He told you he felt comfortable around you and Larry. You slept over at both of their apartments all the time, spending all night listening to music, catching the two staring at you for a little two long. 

As you got older, you and your friends only got closer. You moved in with Todd and Sal after graduation, and while you were sad to see Ash go, it was nice knowing she was following her dreams. Even while away, she talked with you all the time over the phone, and would even sometimes send letters detailing how school was going. Even though you were older, you still occasionally dealt with seeing ghosts. Someone was always there for you, but it was still always a shock when you saw them. It was better though, now that you were out of the apartments, but it still lingered. It didn't help that you could tell something changed between you, Sal, and Larry. They whispered to each other when you were around, shared looks. They were touchy even, and it confused you. Somedays you wanted to go back to how things were when you were children, but some days, you liked the change.

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A/n: I didn't add stuff from the later acts (the cult stuff) since it would be too much and I don't want another Hazbin Hotel situation.

[vxxlkyrie]

Requested by @ sillybunnigum on AO3 ^

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CD Dates

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“What exactly are we looking for?” You say, sifting through a few vinyls. Sal was next to you, looking through the CD’s. He had come up with the idea that as your first official date together, he wanted to take you to a record store. An interesting choice for a first date, but it was Sal so it made sense.

“No way!” He exclaimed. You look over quickly to see him holding up a CD case. You squint your eyes to try and read the font that the bands name was written in.

“ ‘Sanity’s Fall’? What’s that?” You ask. You had heard Sal and Larry talking about them briefly during lunch but you had never actually heard any of their music.

“You know that band Larry really likes? And the shirt he wears, like, everyday? It’s a Sanity’s Fall shirt. He made me listen to their music when we first met.” You couldn’t quite see it because of his prosthetic, but you could tell from his tone that he was smiling.

Sal has told you all sorts of fond memories he has with Larry. You find it sweet that they’re so close, it’s rare to see one without the other.

“We can get it if you want.” You say, smiling at him. He turned to you quickly.

“Are you sure? I don’t even really know if you’ll like this kind of music.” You shrug.

“You seem to like it, so I could always give it a shot.” You say with a wider smile. He cocks his head to the side, from the small slits of his eyes that were visible, you could tell he was smiling at you once more.

You grab the CD from out of his hand and walk over to the counter to pay for it.

“Is that everything?” Asks the cashier in a monotone voice. You nod. Sal was standing behind you, holding your hand. He got anxious in public sometimes so most of the time when you two hung out alone, you did the shopping.

Which was a little odd. He was so talkative with Larry. Maybe he’s just more comfortable with him.

The two of you walked out of the store, hand in hand. It didn’t take long to get back to his apartment, the record store was only a few blocks down. When you arrived, Sal held the door open for you. You made your way to his room.

Sal and you went into his room, he was excitingly bouncing his way to his room. Seems he was really excited about the CD. He almost drops it when he tries putting it in the CD player.

“Careful. You’re over excited.” You say calmly.

“I know, I know. I’m just excited that you wanted to listen to Sanity’s Fall.” He pushed play on the machine. You jumped a little from the sudden loud sound, but you quickly adjusted.

“The song is called ‘Void’ if you’re wondering.” He says as he sits on his bed. You can see him bobbing along to the music. You laugh a little and join him. You hadn’t heard Sanity’s Fall before, but you liked it.

It wasn’t long before both you and Sal stood up together to start bouncing around and head banging along to the music. Quiet laughter was barely audible over the blasting music.

You valued small moments with Sal like this. And to be quite frank, you were looking forward to more fo them in the future. And you were looking forward to asking Larry if you could borrow one of his Sanity’s Fall CDs.

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It was shorter than I had anticipated but I hope it suffices 🥲

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[signed-loni]

Could I request Sal with a s/o who's recently relapsed with sh? Preferably in a case where s/o doesn't want to bother Sal because they dont think it's too big of a deal, but he notices/finds out anyway (maybe by them being careless or something).

Thank you if you decide to do this, and have a nice day either way <3

Ofc anon. And if ur going thru anything, feel free to message me <3

Warnings: Mention of self harm, cussing, angst(?)-comfort

You knew you shouldnt have. You knew how long you were clean, but today was a bad day. You didnt know what else to do, so you relapsed.

You let out a shaky sigh and began to roll your sleeves back down. You slowly got up from your place on the floor and quickly hid the knife you just used to break your own skin. You got up and walked out of your room, deciding to get some wayer just to calm you down a bit more. Walking out of your apartment, you walked over to the elevator and pressed 4, you were going to sals.

The elevator stopped with a loud ding! and you walked over to sals place. Hesitating just a bit, you knocked on the door. Sals dad got the door for you, opening it wider once he saw it was you at the door.

“Hello y/n. Good to see you.”

“Hi Mr.Fisher, good to see you to.”

You walked into the apartment while henry told you sal was in his room. You uttered a small “thank you”and walked over to his room.

Knocking on the door, you heard a bit of rustling, probably sal putting on his prosthetic, then a muffled “come in!”

You let yourself in while sal looked up at you from his bed. “Hey babe, whats up?” you plopped yourself next to him and said “nothing, just wanted to see you.” Sal got a small feeling that something was up, but decided to ignore it.

Stretching your arms up, your sleeves fell down just enough for sal to notice the fresh cuts on your arms. His heart sank.

You put your arms down sighing, you needed that stretch. Looking over to your blue haired boyfriend, sal was looking at you with a bunch of mixed emotions in his eyes

Sadness, disappointment, and ever so soight anger in his mood. He grabbed your hand, and took it in his, he looked at you with a sad expression, and you wete beyond confused. “Why was he acting like this? What happened? Is he ok?”

Sal slowly started to utter his sentence, shakiness apparent in his voice. “Y/n.” He thougjt before he spoke. Then,carefully, he asked “have you..been slitting your wrists again?”

The room went quiet. Oh.shit. You stumbled over your words before saying “what? No of course not! W-why?” You said, stuttering like there was no tomorrow. “I can see the cuts.” Fuck. “Uhm..” he tightened his grip on your hand. “Y/n, why? What happened? Did-Did someone do something? Did..i do something?”

You thought before replying. “I had a bad day.”

Sal, not wanting to pry, pulled you into a hug, squeezing so tight you could barely breathe.

“My love, please, stop doing this to yourself. You don’t deserve it. Nobody does. You are perfect, and no matter what anyone says, don’t listen to them. They aren’t worth it���

Picking you up, he took you to his bathroom to get you cleaned up. Carefully turning on the faucet and running you arms under it. You winced and sal looked up at you before continuing. He dried your arms and put Neosporin on the cuts. He put disney princess band aids on all the cuts. Kissing each one after he covered them. Once again picking you up and bringing you back to his bed, cuddling you and whispering sweet nothing into your ear before you both fell asleep.

[vikkirosko]

Omgg requests are open?😻

So can I request Sal fisher x male reader who is barely at school because of how often he's sick? Like sal didn't meet him until like 3 weeks after he moved. M!reader is like pretty popular too, so when news come out about him coming back to school it spreads fast and a lot of people talk bout it?

For M!readers personality I'm thinking he can be rude but it's usually from how tired he is, but he also can be pretty flirty but if someone he genuinely likes flirts back he gets really flustered?

-🤡

Also how are you?, I haven't sent in an ask in a while

Well, my business is pretty good. I have successfully passed the exams this semester and now I am waiting for the beginning of the next semester, in which, it seems, I should have practice, but this is not for sure. I've finally watched all the seasons of Rick and Morty that have been released so far, and I'm slowly buying new paintings by numbers. In general, everything is pretty good. And how are you doing? I hope you're doing well

🎮 Sal Fisher x male!Reader headcanons Often sick 🎸

You met Sal a few months after he moved in. He didn't see you at school and assumed that you had just moved in, but that wasn't the case. As it turned out, you had been living in this house for several years, but because of your weak immune system, you were often ill and skipped school. You were still sick, so you couldn't communicate for a long time, and it was only at school, when you were supposed to return to class very soon, that Sal found out that you were popular

The news that you were supposed to return to school soon spread very quickly and became the topic of a lot of conversations. Then Larry told him that you were popular, even though you were often sick. When you showed up at school, you were glad to see Sal again. You communicated as friends and sometimes you were rude, but usually these days you were tired and when you went to school together you could complain that you went to bed late and that you didn't get enough sleep and felt tired

Pretty quickly, Sal became someone you talked to a lot. Flirting flickered quite often in your communication. You were quite flirtatious with him and Sal was embarrassed by it at first. You weren't bothered by his prosthetic, and at first Larry claimed that it was part of your character. However, when Sal, who started having feelings for you, started flirting back, he saw how worried you were. This surprised the others, and Sal was able to understand that you actually liked him

You still often missed classes due to illness, but now Sal often went to you to bring homework, notes, snacks or medicines. You could get sick very easily, so Sal often reminded you to dress warmly or not to forget to take an umbrella. He was genuinely worried about you and you were grateful to him for that, because thanks to his care, your illnesses began to pass easier

When moving into a new apartment, Sal did not think that he would meet a person who would sincerely love him for who he is. He hoped that there would be no disagreements between you. He would like you to be together even after graduation, he would like to boldly tell his father about your relationship. Sal would like you to be happy together

[ryverbind]

Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Fingertips and Fishnets [9]

As if on cue, Sally walks up to us with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes. He slows his pace once he gets closer, looking between our huddled group with a bottle of Budweiser in his right hand. Ew.

Then his eyes narrow as he scoots around us and sits on the stairs leading up to the stage. Our eyes follow him, but Larry and Ash are painfully obvious about it.

"What?" Sally murmurs softly, looking between his friends and purposefully trying to avoid me from what I can tell. Do I make him nervous?

If that's the case now, then it's bound to change once he finds out I'm VioletViolence.

"Uh," Larry drags out, tapping his fingers together. "Um."

"No," I cut Larry off. "Sally's playing the game, too. We'll see if he can figure it out for himself, but," I watch Sally carefully as he looks down at his beer, avoiding all of us. "That also means he has the opportunity to get the same treatment you all did."

I feel like I'm going to vomit when Sal's oceanic gaze clashes with mine. It's like his eyes alone have knocked me off my feet. The eye contact makes my heart race, makes my knees weak, and makes me tense up like I've just gotten jostled around a bit too much. But I don't turn away from him. I watch him.

And karma is sitting on my shoulder, asking if I'm ready to get kicked in the ass for this somewhere in the near future. 

And my answer to her is yes.

"Sally," I say, a bit more confident than just seconds ago despite my raging physical reactions to his attention on me. "I kissed Ash. I kissed Larry. I hugged Todd," I start, watching his eyes grow a bit wider. I have to contain a smirk from ruining this entire charade for me. 

"Can I kiss you too?"

Everyone is dead silent to the point that the music blurs out in the background. We wait for an answer with bated breath, no one able to truly process what was just said.

No, Todd didn't ask. Neither did Sally. Those words came from my mouth and the bluenette was the sole receiver of that question.

I'm honestly a bit shocked by the question myself. I don't know what possessed me to ask him that. Is it curiosity? A desire for revenge? Why the fuck did I say that?

I can't see his face, but I can tell, without a shadow of a doubt, that Sally is hardcore gaping at me. It shows in the pink tint growing under his eyes and his wide, blown out pupils. I can't even see the edges of his eyebrows right now.

"E-Excuse me?" he squeaks out, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, I won't take my prosthetic off," he gently says, surprising me.

My nose scrunches lightly as I force a smile onto my face despite my shock. Is he really this soft and bashful? He was incredibly confident with Lexi, then an ass to Vi and y/n. So what is going on here?

"You don't have to take your prosthetic off for me to kiss you. I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with. Would you be okay with that?" I ask him, taking a hesitant step forward.

Will my mouth ever stop? And can my feet pause? Please?

My brain is fighting a losing battle with my body. I scream at myself to stop, to walk away, but I can't. I can't stop everything that's happening and the longer it goes on, the more my mind... doesn't want to stop.

Sally's rings scratch across glass as he tightens his hand around his bottle, never breaking our tense eye contact. "U-Um." He blinks at me, cursing beneath his breath. "I mean, you-- you can do whatever you want, I guess."

I flinch, trying to hide the action as a shiver. But, in truth, I'm flabbergasted. Does he find me attractive? Is that why he's so nervous but open to a kiss regardless? I don't know what to think of this guy. I've met and experienced so many sides of him, but he ends up having more fucking sides.

Will these discoveries ever stop?

"Okay," I finally push out, pinching my lips together for a moment. "One condition. It's the same condition I gave Ash. Is there anyone on this earth that you would not want to kiss you?" I'm going to be fair with him. I'm not an asshole-- if he says he doesn't want VioletViolence to kiss him, then I'll keep my distance.

Honestly, he's probably going to spit my name out in a minute here. Even if we do have some sexual attraction to each other-- even if he owes me an orgasm-- I won't kiss him without consent.

"No, there's no one I wouldn't really want to kiss me. Not that I can think of." Sally surprises me with his words again, lightly shaking his head as he speaks, still staring into my eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure?" I ask again, trying to give him the hint. Maybe he'll catch on.

But all he does is nod, his gaze taking on a yearning glint that makes me want to turn and walk away. He wants this bad, and gosh, why does he want it so badly? I almost feel like I can hear his voice in my head, on his knees and begging me so prettily. 

Why him? And why am I pushing to kiss him?

Dangerous as always.

My feet move on their own again, dragging me over to where Sally's seated until I'm staring down at him, his face just a few inches below mine. And he simply watches me, waiting patiently on the outside, but fidgeting and foaming at the mouth on the inside. I can see it in his captivating eyes. He's incredibly easy to read.

My breath comes out in shattered pants that I try to quiet down as I gently lift my hands, gaining the opportunity to slide one over the tattoo on his neck. My pulse is racing and I can feel it in every inch of my body. My heart thumps so aggressively that I'm afraid he'll feel it in my fingertips.

Sally's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps nervously, the action stealing my attention. I watch the way his throat moves, then take note of my fingers brushing over his tattoo. I can instantly feel heat pool between my legs, so I drag my thighs together to contain some of my dignity, if at all possible.

I look into Sal's eyes again, mapping out a scar in his left eyebrow and another directly under his eye. They aren't deep, but they were probably deep enough at some point if they're still here. I don't know the magnitude of his injury, but I'm an understanding person. I see why he chooses to cover himself, though I wish he wouldn't. He may be an aggravating prick, but I wouldn't miss a chance to admire his beauty.

I still ache to touch his skin and see what's hidden beneath the prosthetic just inches away from me. Part of me thinks I'll always ache this way.

I push one hand through his soft cerulean hair, nearly groaning at the contact. I thought this would be hard for him, but it's even harder for me. To contain myself even though I want to just sit on his lap and kiss him senseless-- when I want to steal his breath away so badly. He still has some restraint, but I'm holding onto mine by a worn thread.

My hand drags through his hair to the nape of his neck, then I pull gently. Sally closes his eyes momentarily, and when he opens them again, they're hooded-- like he's accepted his fate and is adjusting to the tense air around us. He's embracing our situation.

Cool hands brush over my thighs and I nearly jump in surprise, but I manage to keep myself rooted in place. I don't have to look down to know that Sally's weaving his fingers through the holes of my fishnets, his fingertips digging into my skin.

I take a deep, shuddering breath when he spreads his legs, using his grip on my thighs to pull me closer, letting me walk into the space he's created.

Sally's in control now, watching me confidently and lustfully, unassuming but expecting. He's ready, and I'm far from it. This is going to change everything for me, but I can't seem to stop myself. I can't make myself step away.

His painted fingernails scratch softly against my heated skin, a dull stinging feeling following the action. He squints his eyes, like he's trying to tell me to hurry up. That he doesn't want to wait anymore.

It's a snapping point for me. Just the little bit of skin-to-skin contact makes me lose all sensibility, though my ability to play the long game is still intact. Somehow.

I bring a hand up, running my palm over the rough material of his prosthetic. It doesn't feel how I imagined it would. It looks smooth, but feels more like plaster. So I use my hand to pull him toward me a bit, then I lean down the rest of the way.

I gently press my lips against his rough prosthetic lips and shut my eyes. They aren't his lips, but I'm close enough to him for now. I'm able to hear the deep, muffled breath he takes with our proximity.

Sally's fingers leave the holes of my fishnets and wrap around the back of my thighs instead, his full hand enveloping my skin tightly, making my heart race at an uncomfortable and slightly concerning rate.

His hands squeeze around my legs, the edge of his fingers brushing against the end of my skirt as he yanks me a little closer despite our lips never being able to touch. I suck in a breath through my nose at his actions, gently scratching at the tattoo on his neck.

Then, I pull away. I'm not entirely sure how I've managed to do it, but I find the willpower and separate my lips from his prosthetic ones. 

He's still gripping onto my skin, my chest pressed to his-- when did that happen?-- and he's breathing hard, nearly panting. To think that I have such an effect on him. Then again, I'm in the same exact disheveled state that he's in. I can't say shit.

I release a shaky breath, looking into his intense icy eyes that stare back at me confidently, but still a bit shocked.

I bite my bottom lip. I need to put an end to this before things escalate and I put myself in a hole I can't dig my way out of. "You wouldn't even mind if the person you hated most in the world kissed you?" I breathe out, watching his brows furrow a bit.

"I don't hate anyone," Sally rasps in his deep voice. My heart skips a beat and I wish he'd squeeze me tighter. Touch me more. Run his hands over every inch of my body. I don't even care that we're on a rooftop full of people.

He smells like bergamot and leather-- just like the first time he and I met. And he must use some type of musky, masculine shampoo because I can't help but gravitate closer to him to try and drown in his scent.

"I think that's a lie, Sally," I say softly, watching him glance back and forth between my eyes and mouth. He looks like he's thinking what I'm thinking-- that he wants this prosthetic off and our lips to actually meet. "What about VioletViolence? Don't you hate her?"

Sally gulps again and I squeeze the side of his neck, running my thumb over the soft skin of his neck and wishing I could trace the outline of his dagger tattoo.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" he murmurs, his grip loosening on my thighs. Ah, he's catching onto the hints I'm giving off even if he doesn't understand them yet. He knows something's up, though.

I snap myself out of the spell I so desperately want to stay under. But, I do indulge in the opportunity a bit more.

My fingers drag from the side of his prosthetic and down the length of his neck-- over his Adam's apple and just under the collar of his shirt. "I'm not trying to piss you off. I'm trying to tell you something." I look into his eyes, practically screaming for him to read between the lines without words. "Put it together, Sal." His name falls from my lips like a carnal plea before I can even stop myself.

But his name seems to snap him to reality and he narrows his eyes at me.

My hands fall from his body as his pull away from my thighs. I don't move from between his legs though, I just watch the gears visibly turn in his head.

And I enjoy the moment he walks through each stage of grief. Fuck, it feels damn good.

I can see the second he suspects me, but thinks that it's not possible. Then, he physically grows angry at the audacity of VioletViolence thinking she can kiss him. After, he tries to think of ways he can escape this situation or get me away from him. Next, he's struggling to understand how he was able to fall victim to my vice-like, hypnotizing words. And finally, he accepts the fact that I'm standing before him.

It's gratifying to watch him regress to the anger stage. I witness the exact moment he snaps, his glaring eyes connecting with mine like a depraved animal breaking out of its cage and meeting its aggressor.

He jumps to his feet, beer bottle smashing to the ground beside us.

His face is mere centimeters from mine and I can hear his harsh, panting, angry breaths as he glares into my soul. Any normal person would be petrified, but I'm elated.

My smile makes him even angrier, especially since its wide and beaming and I can't contain it.

"What the fuck," Sally seethes, his hand slapping onto my wrist and gripping it like he's trying to strangle his most hated enemy.

Let's be honest, he's definitely imagining my arm being replaced with my neck.

Sally and I simply stare at each other for a moment, neither of us saying a word. 

He's fuming to the point that I can see his red cheeks even with his prosthetic hiding his face from me. It makes no difference-- he wouldn't be able to hide this anger even if he was hidden by a wall of cement. It's in his stance, in his eyes, in his white knuckles flexing tighter around my wrist.

"How the fuck are you even here," he mutters quietly, tilting his head down as the words fall from his lips like the sweetest wine laced with venom. 

In any other situation, I'd shudder, but I'm full of adrenaline. I just got to kiss the guy who's been driving me nuts (in a good and bad way) for at least two weeks now. And he's positively falling apart over my well-thought out, meticulous, and frankly, very last minute deception. 

Sally Face is but a small, delicate, and fragile withered leaf in my hands right now. He's painfully aware of the fact that I could crush him immediately, but he's still fighting with all his might.

Part of me thinks he wouldn't mind being crushed by me to begin with.

"Simple," I reply to him, my voice airy and melodic just to rub in whatever shitty emotions are taking hold of him. "I was invited."

"Clearly," he sneers, slightly tilting his head to the side. He gives my wrist another tight squeeze, narrows his eyes, then rips his hand away from my arm so quickly that anyone else would think I'd stabbed him.

Which would be valid considering he stabbed me during that game a couple nights ago. I have yet to get my revenge.

Sally watches me, his slightly taller stature looming over me like some kind of demonic shadow. I never cower though, I simply stare into the eyes of personified evil and smile, relishing in the way his eye suddenly twitches. And what's more damning for him is that he doesn't say a word.

"Hm?" I hum, tilting my head menacingly, giving off the most impressive display of passive-aggressiveness. "Still can't talk to me?"

I can picture the moment Sally's reminded of the moment he betrayed his deepest desires with me two nights ago now. He blinks, eyebrows suddenly rising. If he didn't have the prosthetic, I just know his lips would be parted, trying to come up with something to say. 

A choked sound leaves his throat before he quickly recovers and slaps the intimidating glare back onto the small percentage of his face that I can actually see. 

Uh huh. Not your best moment, huh?

"I can speak perfectly well," Sally manages, taking a step away from me with malice practically radiating off of him. "The issue is that you can't. Hasn't anyone ever told you to use your words? You won't get anywhere without them."

I raise an eyebrow, a little offended by his claim. He doesn't know a single thing about me. Who is he to tell me that I don't talk enough? Does he have no recollection of the plethora of times he and I have bitched and bickered?

"Excuse me?" I force out, furrowing my brows. I want to know what he's trying to get at with that stupid phrase.

Sally shrugs, glancing around at the puddle of beer at his feet. "No one knows what you want if you can't communicate. It's an incredibly easy way to lose something you desire." His eyes connect with mine momentarily, the fairy lights above catching his irises and illuminating them in such a mesmerizing way. The unnatural blue of his eyes clashes with mine and I feel stuck for a moment, replaying his words in my mind and trying to deduce the meaning behind each syllable.

Once he looks away from me again, it finally clicks in my head. 

I pinch my lips together and ponder over what facial expression I should make to mask the embarrassment coursing through my veins.

The audacity he has to hint that I'm on thin ice has me reeling. I don't know what to say, much less what to think. 

To be as confident as he is in this moment suggests that there's a very clear reason as to why he hasn't brought up our little... adventure, of sorts, in two days. Why he hasn't spoken to me at all.

Not that I want to talk about it. But we have to work with each other for a while and based on how everyone else feels about me, this won't be that last time he and I have to meet or interact. I don't want shit to be awkward.

Hell, I don't even need him to handle up on the promise he made. I'll be perfectly happy with forgetting that it ever happened.

But, his words suggest that he's still up to honor the proposition he made that night. He hinted that he's ready to drop me and the thought of continuing whatever that was, but he hasn't yet. He made that very clear.

Suddenly, a bottle of Budweiser is shoved over my shoulder. I stare at it with wide eyes, looking up at Sally who looks from me, to the bottle, then over my shoulder.

"Here, man," It's Larry. "Ash and I went to grab you another beer. Thank Ash though, not me. I made her come with me because I have no more cash."

Ah, so that's why it's been so quiet. The two troublemakers ran off and left Todd to awkwardly watch Sally and I's showdown.

Sally snorts, unamused, simply performing the action for the sake of the moment. "Where's Ash?" he asks, his voice nowhere near as soft and kind as it was just a few minutes ago. He's completely changed tactic and even Larry raises his eyebrows at the attitude change when I look over my shoulder at him.

When Larry notices me, his eyes fall to mine and he fixes his expression, wiggling his eyebrows at me with a little grin on his pretty lips. 

Oh no, look away.

I throw him a little smile before looking forward at Sally again. Yikes, gotta get used to how ridiculously hot Larry is. 

Sally's watching me with a contemplative and suspicious look in his electric eyes. He reaches a hand up, his tattooed arm mere inches from my mask as he takes the bottle from Larry. 

The sound of his rings clanking against glass makes me flinch and I lose a little bit of my resolve before I can think otherwise. I glance to the side, getting a close-up look at the ink on his skin. Each stroke is perfect, straight. Not a single error whether the markings are thin or straight.

I gulp down whatever feeling is clawing its way up my throat and make eye contact with Sally again. 

It pains me to watch a smug look cross his stupidly pretty eyes. He watched me ogle his tattoos and I fucking hate that he knows that I'm interested in them in some way or another. 

He pulls his hand away from beside my head just as quickly as he put it there. The beer dangles between Sally's fingertips as he watches me for another moment before looking up at Larry again.

"Lar?" He rasps in his sickeningly addictive voice. The sound nearly makes me choke and I have to remember to get used to attractive friends all over again. I cannot fucking stand this compromising position I've been put in.

"Huh?" Larry chirps from behind me. He throws his arms around my shoulders then leans a bit of his weight against my back, laying his head on his forearm beside my face. I swear I could vomit when his strong biceps flex around my neck, not tightly, but to the point where I can feel it. Then, his head lightly taps the side of mine and I hear an amused little hum leave his throat, the feeling of his chest vibrating against me making me want to run for the hills. He must be doing this on purpose.

He has a very specific scent. It mainly consists of some kind of musky note, but there's just a hint of cinnamon that would overpower the other smell had there been anymore added to it. It's a tantalizing combination that's enveloping me a bit too much considering the way I'm about to fling myself out of his grip like a catapult from hell.

Sally looks unimpressed as I gaze up. There's no doubt in my mind that my entire face is red. Even if most of it is hidden, it wouldn't take much for anyone to see my blush. It's quite obvious by the way Sally rolls his eyes. "I asked you where Ash was," he says, jutting his head up toward Larry who lazily sways us.

Larry's grip is unforgiving in the sense that I feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of all his hotness. Literally. There's no romantic feelings involved, nor are there any sexual ones, but it's just the fact that someone this hot is so comfortable with me. If Sal were to do this, I think I'd be reacting even worse. 

Thank God I'll never have to worry about being placed in that position.

"Oh," Larry perks up a bit, nuzzling his cheek on the side of my mask like a cat would. The only thing missing is purring. "Kieran caught her, but she should be back any minute."

"She better hurry. I don't plan on staying much longer," Sally's eyes flicker to me again and I automatically glare at him, pursing my lips in a bit of a second nature response. All I ever do in his presence is glare, so I'm used to it. "And she's not coming," he continues, narrowing his eyes at me.

Larry groans behind me, the sound reverberating through my entire body. "So you've found out who she is?" Larry complains. I blink in response, trying to catch my breath as the man takes a step closer to me, his legs touching the back of my thighs. "We got here like an hour ago, man. We have to stay a little longer," Larry tries to reason. "And Vi's definitely coming with us. Leaving doesn't mean you'll escape."

The harsh look that Sally directs at Larry makes me want to shiver. It's cold, calculating, a little devilish. Poor guy. He really isn't in the mood-- but I couldn't care less.

"I came here just to see you, Sally. Why would I let you leave now?" I pout, batting my lashes at the slightly taller man who scowls.

"Fuck, you're so damn hard to be around," he nearly snarls in response, aggressively raking a hand through his fluffy hair and never taking his angry eyes off of me.

"Funny you say that," I say, excitement ripping my veins apart as I spit out a witty reply. "I'm a connoisseur of hard things. Wanna find out which ones?"

"Oooouuuu," Larry loudly pronounces the sound, seemingly impressed. I look toward him and he looks at me, his dark eyes shining with mirth and pride. "Good one," he snickers, poking my collarbone as he flashes his teeth in a sweet smile. "And yes, I would very much like to find out which hard things you are referring to." He raises his eyebrows almost as if he's offering me the opportunity to show him what I'm talking about.

I pinch my lips together to contain a grin as I turn away from him, scrunching my nose up in a nearly failed attempt to hold back a laugh. Larry is so awesome. 

Sally grunts in front of me. "You could be a bit more inconspicuous about wanting to dick her down," he murmurs. "Don't know why you'd want to in the first place," he adds, but this time it's much quieter and I think I'm the only one who was able to hear. 

I take a breath, hoping to quell the fire coursing through my body in response to Sally's words. Clearly, he doesn't even believe what he said about me, but I still feel the urge to prove him wrong regardless. Maybe it's just my mind trying to give me an excuse to have another moment with him. I don't really know.

"Why would I be inconspicuous?" Larry exclaims, his voice perfectly portraying how appalled he feels. And just like that, I feel much better about myself. "No one ever got laid by being inconspicuous, man. Not a single fucking person in history. I'd get on my knees and explain just how badly I need pussy to survive if it meant I'd be guaranteed a fuck." Larry snorts and nudges me with his forehead so I glance over at him, borderline shaking in his grip from trying to fight off the world's most ridiculous giggles. "Do you want me to get on my knees, Vi?"

I watch Larry's sharp eyebrows pinch together lightly, his chocolate eyes glinting in the low lighting as he suddenly turns serious, though the ghost of a smile still shows in the way his lips twitch.

It takes everything I've got to keep myself together as I lift a hand and pat his warm, toned forearm. My fingers wrap around his skin despite knowing that I should lay off the touching. After all, Larry did call me out on it earlier. 

"You are such a fucking creature," I spit out, smiling goofily at the man hanging onto my shoulders. Larry can't fight off his grin anymore either as his gaze flits over my face before he looks into my eyes again.

"So..." he starts, slowly rolling his eyes to add a bit of dramatic flare. "you'd still fuck a creature then, right?"

A bellowing laugh leaves my lips and I have to close my eyes and look away from him. I don't know how he manages to come up with rebuttals like this, but it makes him dangerously hilarious. I'm honestly shocked he doesn't have a girlfriend. 

"Get off of me, you fucking hooligan," I giggle, squirming in Larry's grip. He chuckles with me for a moment, squeezing me a bit tighter and laying his head on top of mine before finally releasing me from his clutches. 

I stumble forward, nearly into Sally who flinches away like I'm some kind of infectious disease. The fun moment is cracked for a moment as I look up at the guarded and almost disgusted look in his eyes. But I force myself to stand up straight and take a step away from him.

The smile on my face never falls away as I spin on my heels, finally getting Sally out of my direct line of sight even though I'm standing beside him (with a good five foot distance between us, mind you). 

Larry smiles with me, crossing his arms over his chest.

I look to the side, making quick eye contact with Todd who's smiling fondly at me. He winks discreetly and I wink back before looking past him and to Ash who's elatedly skipping over to our group.

A beaming smile envelops my face once Ash finally notices me. I watch her eyes grow as wide as saucers, then the way she nearly trips over her own feet while fighting to get over to the group faster. 

She's so excited. I feel as though I could burst with joy and adrenaline that honestly hasn't died down even a bit since I finally made contact with The Faces.

"Ash," Sally calls from beside me, his deep voice attracting the attention of a few other party-goers around us. 

I'm about to open my arms for a hug from Ash as she draws closer, answering Sally with a loud and piercing, "What!?" when my phone buzzes. 

My eyebrows draw together as I struggle to pull my phone from the waistband of my skirt without dropping the drink in my other hand.

Normally, I'd let whatever message that just came in rot on my lock screen until I found the time and energy to reply, but I'm in another state and the text might be from dad.

I finally get my phone into my hands and try to maneuver it around until the screen is upright, using my hip as leverage. At some point, I can finally see who's messaged me and I huff out a relieved breath, blowing a strand of hair out of my face as I look over my phone.

Nate :P im home.

Oh, shit. My fucking neighbor. I forgot about him and I know exactly why he's texting me.

Nathan lives next to dad and I-- he and I are the same age and we went to high school together, so we get along pretty well. The guy's nice and doesn't talk much-- he drops by to play Mario Kart sometimes or to share his homemade brownies. He's been gone for over a month, something about traveling for school. I think he went to Colorado?

Me hey nate! glad to hear ur back :)

Nate :P i want my screwdriver back.

I was genuinely hoping he'd forget.

With a little frown marring my features, I shift my cup so it's clutched between my ribs and my arm as I use both hands to try and explain my situation to my neighbor. I can hear Ash and Larry chirping back and forth to each other excitedly while Sally and Todd pitch in here and there. I'll get back to them in a moment.

Me i figured as much :,) i'm uhhhh not home rn

I use his damn screwdriver to fix my headphones from time to time. Yea, I should just get my own screwdriver or a new set of headphones, but why would I do that when I have an awesome neighbor who lends me his tools since I don't have the money to replace my things?

Nate :P is that another excuse to keep it for longer.

Wincing, I type out a reply quickly, feeling nervous over how quickly he was able to see through me. That's impressive, especially since he was able to do that over text. 

Me okay, yes, but i wasn't kidding when i said i'm not home, i  swear :(( i'm literally in vegas rn. i'll be back tomorrow!!

Nate :P i'm holding you to that, y/n. i want my tools back or no more brownies. ever.

Me okay, okay!!!!!!! gosh :(((((( you will have your screwdriver back tomorrow night i SWEAR!

Nate doesn't answer immediately like he previously had been, so I chew on my lip anxiously as I wait. I really hope he doesn't take away my brownie privileges. I've never eaten one quite as yummy as his.

"Vi, you good over there?" Ash's sing-songish voice pulls my attention away for a moment and I look up, noting the way she's wrapped up in Larry's arms just like I was earlier. Except she's fighting it hard, scowling as he cackles.

I grin, nodding. "Yep, just handling up on some things back home."

My gaze gravitates to Sally who has the bottom of his prosthetic unbuckled and pulled up so he can drink his beer through a straw. The sight makes me want to giggle, but at the same time, I'm able to get a view of the scars on his chin which automatically quells any and all bubbly thoughts I previously had. 

Fuck, I know he's hot under the prosthetic. 

I peel my eyes away from him and look back at my phone one last time. 

Nate :P one chance. if i don't have the screwdriver in my hands tmr you can kiss the brownies  goodbye for a full month and  no less.

I can't help but smile and snort out a laugh at his response. 

Me gotcha. :P

With a shake of my head, I tuck my phone back into my skirt and focus in on my friends again, taking a quick sip of my fiery drink.

I watch as Ash throws an elbow into Larry's stomach, making him grunt in opposition before finally letting her go. Clearly it didn't hurt him at all, he just decided to let up for her sake. The man is built like a five layer brick wall. I don't even think I monster truck could lay him out.

Honestly, the only think that could bring Larry to his knees is a pretty girl. He said it himself-- he'd get on his knees and beg for pussy. Other than that, he's got every advantage in the world as far as I'm concerned.

With a faux frown, Larry leans down until his face is right in front of Ash's, which he didn't have to lean down much, by the way. "I just love hugs, Ash. Why won't you let me hug you?" he asks.

"Because you're you, you horny fuck!" Ash scoffs, shoving Larry away from her with a manicured hand to his face and a small, amused smile on her glossy lips. "Anyway," she continues, turning her head to me. "We're about to leave because Sal is being grouchy. You're coming with us, right?"

My lips part as I glance between my friends who silently wait for my answer-- aside from Sally.

"She's not coming anywhere with us," he instantly says, his tone biting. He never looks at me.

A smile grows on my face as I look back to Ash. "Of course I'll come with you guys," I say excitedly, completely ignoring the icy look that Sally throws me. "Where are we headed?"

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Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

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"you just cleansed me like a waterfall, you came."

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The EAS system rang through my ears. it spewed some shit about a severe thunderstorm. I immediately picked up my phone and called Sal.

-

4 and a half year old me sat by sal, concerned because our cartoon got interrupted by an alert. just then, we heard thunder crash all around. I looked over whenever I heard shuffling next to me.

"Y/n, I'm scared." sal choked out.

"awe, sally." I scooted closer to him and pulled him in for a hug. I gently shook in my arms as we waited out the storm.

-

I smiled, reminiscing the memorie as the phone rang. "hey." I heard his raspy voice on the other end of the phone.

"you okay? want to come over and wait out the storm?" I asked, butterflies nipped at my stomach with excitement.

"it's not that bad, surprisingly. I'm just a little nervous. nothing big happened yet, I'm on my-" sal got rudely interrupted by the sound of the power shutting off. "nevermind, fuck this." he hung up the phone as I heard feet pounding down the hall. sal walked inside, quickly shutting the door behind him. "I swear to God I saw the hat man." he joked, attempting to ease his nerves.

"well, this is fucking scary." I pulled sal down onto the couch next to me, "like, I'm about to piss my pants."

sal chuckled loudly, but not loud enough to mask the loud bang outside. he had ran over without even grabbing his shoes, which i found hysterical. "spooky." he responded.

"I know, right?" I threw myself back onto the bed and looked at the ceiling. my vision moved to sal, who was looking at something on my bed. "wha-" I stopped mid sentence as my eyes locked on the small baggie of coccaine that had fallen out of my pillow case. "sal, i-"

"how long have you been clean?" he asked gently. he turned to face me, looking deep into my eyes. lighting flashed, allowing me to see Sals masked face in actual light.

"8 days. since the day we went to the lake." he seemed relieved. "you're so pretty when you're scared, it's funny." I laughed lightly. he rolled his eyes. I laughed harder, wrapping my arm around him. I kissed his cold prosthetic cheek. "you know, you're the only reason I'm clean." I smiled at him. his eyes met mine. he gazed deep into them, making my heart race. his eyes flickered down to my lips before looking away.

"what'd I do?" he asked.

"okay, sassy. you got me out of bed and stayed by my side when I needed it the most. when I needed you the most. you kept me distracted and happy. I'm better now, Sal."

"i- I don't really know what to say."

"then don't say anything." I whispered. he took my hand gently in his. he laid down next to me after taking his mask off. I brought my hand to his cheek, tracing his scars with my thumb. I knew he loved when I did that, because his eyes always fluttered shut. silence fell in my room, except for the occasional crash, making sal jump but he kept his eyes closed.

"I wish we could lay here forever. I'm tired." sal whispered. oh, and it made him sleepy. I guess it was comforting for him.

"me too." I softly smiled.

-

the summer before 7th grade, sal and I walked around the forest, heading to one of our secret hang out spots.

"There's the bridge." sally pointed out.

"no duh, I have eyes too, you know." I rolled my eyes at him. we rested beside eachother at the railing. "have you heard everyone talking about having their first kiss?" I said, biting the inside of my lip.

"yeah?"

"yeah, you haven't had your first kiss, right? you'd tell me."

he gave me a 'seriously?' look. "nobody would want to kiss anyone that looks like me."

"you don't know that, don't beat yourself up over something that's not true." he shrugged. "kiss virgin." I smiled, teasing.

he rolled his eyes at me. "like you arent."

"what if I'm not?" I replied with a smug look on my face.

"pfft. yeah right." he waved his hand dismissively at Mr.

"I'm just kidding!" I playfully punched him in the arm. "but how cool would it be if we went back to school NOT kiss virgins."

"stop calling us 'kiss virgins'" he said, mimicking my voice. "that's so stupid." he inched closer to me, nudging my arm.

I looked over at him. "it's the truth!" silence filled the air as we looked at eachother, and eachothers lips before leaning in.

-

I exhaled the nicotine left in my mouth out the window and inhaled the sweet smell of the rain. the buzz hit my brain, muffling all of the super negative thoughts. I looked back at sal, who was sleeping peacefully on my bed. he laid there so casually in MY basketball shorts and his hoodie. he had a calm expression on his face, one that I don't see normally. I slightly smiled at the sight, wanting nothing more in the world than for sal to be at peace during the time he's awake. sal always tells me how much he misses his mom when we're alone, and just by hearing stories about her, I do too. I didn't even know the woman. I knew he just wanted to feel normal. I could tell it's killing him. I put my cigarette out and jumped back in bed. I gently pecked his forehead and another on his cheek. I pulled his hair away from his mouth, the ends stuck in his mouth. I knew I was in love with sal, and I always had been. but it was a thought that I had pushed away so much that I had managed to hide it. I had always loved him, even when I didn't understand what live actually was. I softly smiled as I looked down at the bluenette. I knew he'd never feel the same, and I was somewhat at peace with that. I trusted sal with my life, but at the same time I didn't want to deal with losing someone or something else. atleast not for a long while. I wiped the tear that fell down my cheek. I'd do anything for this boy, and I hope he knows that.

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Not only he is an injured guy, who cannot walk out of his house without wearing a mask. By starting the game, you agree to the terms and conditions of the license agreement. The nightmares of young Sal were horrible as you can imagine. Are you ready to continue your adventures in a gloomy and dark world of Sally Fisher, a young boy with a complicated fate? Well, hope you are, because the fifth episode of one of the most famous and widely-accepted horrors of last decade is already here, waiting for you to check it out.

[michael-fucking-myers1978]

Sal Fisher catch up post

Slashers react to you saying “I wish I was dead” Trigger warning: Suicidal thoughts.

When Sal hears you say this, they immediately grab your hand and ask if you’re okay. If you shut down and just cry he is definitely a good shoulder to cry on. Alternatively if you start ranting they take off their prosthetic and just listen. Sal has experience with what he calls the bad thoughts. He knows how to handle the situation. He tells only one other person about what you said, and that's Larry. Larry is high as fuck when they tell him so he instantly forgets but hazily remembers that somethings wrong with you. Sal blows all of his money on things they think will make you happy. From small trinkets, to tickets to your favorite artists concert that's in town. He and Larry also make sure to hide harmful objects and their stash of weed from you to make damn sure you live to see the next sunset with them.

They react to your first kill: TW: Mentions of blood, death, and violent situations.

Ghost hunting was always hard for you. Having to watch the suffering souls of the Addison Apartments was no easy task. Sal, apparently, had gotten used to the sob stories of the dead and didn’t mind that much. It was a normal session until a vengeful spirit crossed paths with you and Sal. You recognized that face and told Sal to back away. The spirit mocked you saying you were too easy. Sal banished the spirit to rest peacefully and asked what the hell was its problem. You explained to Sal that the man was a neighbor of yours when you were younger and tried to force himself upon you but before he did anything you took a kitchen knife and stabbed him through the forehead. The police dropped the case and you never faced any jail time because it was labeled as self defence of a minor. Sal was shocked. He never saw you as the kind of person to kill, even in self defence. He shook himself out of his daze and comforted you saying you did what you had to, completely missing the smirk on your face as he walked away.

They react to your pet rats:

Sal has a love-hate relationship with your rats. He absolutely loves them and loves to play with them, when he has his prosthetic on. If it's off the rats are scared of him and don’t recognize it's the same person they were taking a nap on 15 minutes ago. He’ll definitely take care of them if you’re away. He even tries to make tiny hats for them sometimes, only to find they chewed them up within an hour.

Reader has chronic pain:

Sal does everything in his very limited power to help you with your pain. He keeps your meds handy if and when you need them. Even resorting to carrying around a fanny pack in public with your medication inside. Sal has no experience in joint and muscle pain besides in his face so you have to walk him through some stuff, like how medication doesn't always work, and hot and cold baths help a lot. Sal tries his best he really does, but sometimes tries to help too much. You love him for it though

[killemwithkawaii]

I just tested positive for covid and am feeling ✨not so funky fresh✨ and thinking about Sal and Larry taking care of me is the only thing keeping me going 😭💕

Just imaging them bundling their pathetic sick little s/o (me) up in fluffy blankets, feeding me soup, cuddling me and petting my hair!! They are so sweet and they (Sal in particular) would be SO good at taking care of their sick s/o 🥺😷💕

“baby, what’re you doing up? Don’t worry I’ll get you whatever you need just rest”

“No you’ll get sick too 🥺” “And leave my baby here alone? Fat chance 😤”

“Open wide baby you gotta eat at least a few bites~” “such a good baby for me”

“I know the medicine is gross sweetheart but it’s gonna make you feel better!”

They would totally spoil their pathetic sick little s/o and wait on them hand an foot no matter their protest 🥺 just lots of snuggling and hand feeding and petting. Sal softly playing the guitar while Larry’s deep voice rumbles in my ear and lulls me to sleep 😩💕

- 🥚

>SO SWEET!! I especially love the part with them petting you and lulling you to sleep together... 🥺👉👈💖

>I feel like Larry knows what he's doing, having taken care of his mom whenever she'd get her yearly colds, and would make sure you had what you needed within reach, comfort you when it's needed, and otherwise give you space to rest, while Sal would be such a mother hen and would compulsively check on you any time he hears a sniffle or thinks of something you might need.... Between the two of them, they definitely have you covered 👍🍲🌡💊💕

>I really hope that with a combination of R&R and heaps of f/o love, you've made a swift recovery and you're feeling better now, 🥚 anon! 🤗💖

>In case you're not, here's a comic of Sal and I that I drew when I had covid last year (I know it's no fun at all, but a kith from those cold prosthetic lips sure does help! 🤒💖)

[sallywiththeface]

Me: *sees someone draw Sal with an unscarred, undamaged, face* Me: blockt

[xoxo-denver-xoxo]

Hi me again can I request another Sally Face(I really like the game) when its like the start of the game and its sal first day at school, Travis is picking on the group(Sal, Larry, Ash, Todd) and then the reader whos like 2 years older than them and is like a jock and Travis is terrified of them?

NOTE: I don't really know how to add the first day of school part so it's just a normal school day. Also, it hints to a future relationship.

Sᴀʟ Fɪsʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ Oʟᴅᴇʀ S/O Wʜᴏ Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛs Hɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ Tʀᴀᴠɪs

Fᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: Sᴀʟʟʏ Fᴀᴄᴇ

Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇs

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Bᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ, Cᴜʀsɪɴɢ, Sʟᴜʀs (I ᴀᴍ LGBTQ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) )

Sal honestly expected to bullied at school, but that doesn't mean he likes it. Especially when the bully could actually get under his skin sometimes. Still, he managed to keep his cool and calmy escape the situation. Sometimes. Other times he'd get sassy back or Larry would step in to help. Today Travis was messing with them all. And Larry has had enough.

"Travis, just fuck off already before I put in you the ground!" Larry spoke menacingly. Sal put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down but it didn't really work.

"Heh, you don't scare me! You're just some pathetic, fag!" Travis always used the same, basic insults. Sal could easily predict his next words and be 75% right. Larry didn't have time to respond.

"Traaavis. Travis - dude - what the fuck are you doing?" a voice sneered from behind Todd and Ashley. When the two stepped out of the way, an upperclassman stepped into the fight. They were wearing a letterman jacket, the one that the football team wears. Travis shrunk back in what Sal could only assume was fear. But why? Yeah, it was an upperclassman but they weren't scary. They seemed rather normal.

"W-well, I was er uh...," Travis attempted to explain in a mutter, but he couldn't come up with any excuse. The upperclassman was now standing directly in front of Travis now.

"Get the fuck out of here before I call your daddy to come retrieve your corpse," they snarled down at him. That seemed to do the trick, Travis quickly fled the fight. The only thing left were you and them. They stared at you in awe while you just continued to glare at Travis as he fled the hallway.

"Man, that guy really needs to be put in place. Hope someone knocks him out one day," you snorted, as you turned back to the group. They were all staring at you, in confusion? Shock? Whatever it was, it was kinda freaking you out. Especially with the masked kid. "You guys good or...?" The masked kid snapped out of it.

"Y-yeah! We're okay, just.... surprised," Sal assured. Everyone else snapped out of it when he spoke and Todd was immediately thanking you while Larry insisted on knowing how you managed to scare Travis off. Ashley and Sal stood back as to not overwhelm you.

"Alright, alright. Back off, don't start nagging at me now," you shoo'ed Todd and Larry back before introducing yourself. "What's all y'all's names?"

"I'm Larry. Sorry to bug ya like thta, just.... woah. I don't think I've ever seen him run so fast," Larry marveled. You responded with a chuckle as you explained. "Travis tried to join the football team. He just wasn't good enough. So, his daddy tried to pay his son into the team. Let's say the coach doesn't take bribes easily," you snickered.

"Well, I'm Ashley. Everyone just calls me Ash, though," Ashley introduced herself. "Thanks for scaring that jerk off, he was really starting to piss me off." You gave a nod.

"I'm Todd, and I totally agree. Travis does need to be taught a lesson but it seems like you're getting there," Todd agreed. You gave a shrug. "I would beat him up but I'm afraid to be kicked off the team. The only case in which I would beat that dick upis if attempted to hurt a teammate or friend," you acknowledged. Sal had to admit, he was rather thrilled to have you present. He didn't want Lisa to stress aboutLarru if he did get in a fight with Travis.

"And I'm Sal. My friends call me Sally Face sometimes," the masked kid finally soat out his name. You blinked. "Isn't that a little insensitive?" you stammered, looking at the kid from top to bottom. Sal was happy the mask was present. He would be so embarrassed if you saw his blush.

"I don't mind it all that much," he muttered a little too quietly. Thankfully you still heard him. "Well, if it's not too insensitive of me, what's with the mask?" you hesitated to ask. "Nah, don't worry about it. Everyone asks. It's a prosthetic," he replied. You nodded.

"Hey, why don't you come hang with us after school today? It'll be chill to have you around," Larry suggested, you agreed to his invitation and gave him your number.

"See you guys around. See you, Sally Face."

[thegracelessfaceless]

(Reference drawing credits: @neoalix )

02.14.2022

Dearest Sally, 

Happy Valentine's Day! I've had the pleasure of telling you this for three years now! Well, three years in this reality. Overall, if memory serves, it's our fifth Valentine's Day. And honestly…

I'm just as in love with you as I was in the beginning. So please, sit back and relax as I make an utter fool of myself, waxing romantic over you, Salvador Anthony Fisher.

I remember the first time I saw you, in Dr. Wardwell's psych 101 class at Nockfell Community College. Even though it was August,  you wore a blue flannel shirt, unbuttoned over a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt and black jeans. Your hair was in pigtails and your prosthetic covered your face. Even though I couldn't see it,  I knew you were beautiful under there. Dr. Wardwell started calling roll in that brisk, abrupt way she does when she's having an off day. You know, just calling last names, even though we had multiple students with the same last name in class.

You were staring a little too hard at your hands after you caught a glance of me looking at you. I'm sorry for my rudeness,  but at least it makes sense now. You started chipping your nail polish like you do when you're nervous and the tips of your ears were a little pink. Dr. Wardwell called your last name and you answered without looking up.

Dr. Wardwell worked through the class roster and I answered when she called me.  Only then did you look at me. Your blue eye(s) met mine and it was like time stopped with a bolt of lightning forking down from the sky to strike us, even though we were inside. We both kind of jumped, just slightly, barely noticeable.

Well except to everyone but Dr. Wardwell. Later. At the end of class, Dr. Wardwell paired up the students for a project. She put us together, probably because she had noticed the glances we both had been stealing of each other  all ninety minutes. 

I collected my things at the end of class and walked over to your desk just as you stood up. You still hadn't hit your last growth spurt, ever the late bloomer, so we were the same height.

I smiled at you and the tops of your ears were slowly turning bright pink. I told you hi.

"Hey... I'm Sal."

"Grace."

And the rest is history.

Fast forward to our first Valentine's date the following February. You'd grown a little taller, that growth spurt hitting around Christmas, maybe three inches. I'd gotten my nose pierced and you helped me dye my hair for the first time. It turned out pretty good, didn't it?

We'd both decided that we didn't want the whole flowers, chocolates and fancy dinner. Being a college kid sucks sometimes. Instead we opted for a movie night with dinner that we would make together. Since you'd not moved in with Toddy and Neil yet, Larry let us use the basement apartment, telling us he wouldn't be in till late anyway and that we could use Lisa's old room "just in case things get *eyebrow wiggle* romantic."

We tried watching some of those sappy romance flicks, and eventually found some romcoms that weren't nearly as bad. We made cookies and pizza and cuddled. That was right after I saw your face for the first time,  so yes,  while we did cook, bake, and watch movies,  there was also kisses. So many kisses. We did end up staying in

Lisa's old room, but it wasn't like that. Neither of us had been willing to end the date and ended up falling asleep on the couch. Larry woke us up around 3AM when he came in. So you moved us to the spare room and we cuddled up to let sleep wash over us again. 

The next year was pretty much the same, except it was at Toddy and Neil's. You wrote a song for me,  a really cheesy one asking me to move in with you. I loved it and was laugh-crying so hard that all I could do was nod.

Admittedly,  our third Vday sucked, absolutely. You were in prison, and our "date" was a legal meeting that Neil attended as well, so it probably doesn't count :/. Still, I was glad they let us hold hands, and even more glad that you thought up the whole "mask drop" plan that allowed you to sneak me a quick kiss when we both bent to pick it up. They never let us have another meeting like that. I'd rather not revisit this one.

My favorite Valentine's Day with you was actually after you found me in this reality. We actually dressed up and went out to a very expensive restaurant, the kind where the chef picks the meal, you only have two choices. I got the squab (read pigeon), and you got the alligator. But we ended up sharing everything anyway. Then after the last curl of chocolate and the last trail of whipped cream from the cheesecake was gone, we went on a refreshing walk on the river bridge. The city had it lit up, all red, pink and white. We got engaged that night, you proposed on one knee right in the middle of the bridge. Even took your prosthetic off so I could kiss you after I said yes. And the next day,  the courthouse proclaimed us man and wife because we didn't want to wait any longer. 

Last year, we were snowed in. I'd just gotten you on at the dispensary. My favorite part of each work day is watching you over on the gear side, bullshitting with patients, helping them pick out products. Showing that old lady how to operate a dab pen was priceless.

Anyway, our fourth Vday, we were supposed to be at work. Unfortunately, the snow was too high and we couldn't even get our car out. So we called in and spent the next three days (our Lost Weekend) cozy, warm, and full of soup that we threw together. This one is probably my second favorite.

Which brings us to this year. We're in Nockfell, trying to convince Larry that you're not some creepazoid that stole Sal-from-this-dimension's identity, as his Sal is dead. I really hope he comes around soon. This trip has been a whirlwind of fun, love, weird events and just- life!

I wouldn't want to be anywhere else,  doing anything else. Just to be with you. 

I love you. So. Much, Sally. You're 100% my other half and I feel so lucky that we found each other- again.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘ (red tulips mean eternal love in the language of flowers💖)

💖Grace