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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Confession || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - You and your best friend Sal visit Chug, Maple's apartment during the day to look after Soda whilst they run some errands. That night, whilst dropping you back off at your apartment, Sal comes clean and confesses something to you.

Warnings - NSFW. Mild Pining. Awkwardness. Swearing. Oral (M Receiving). Loosing Virginity. Unprotected P In V Sex. Breeding Kink.

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You walked into Chug and Maple's apartment and was instantly greeted by the happily screaming three year old, Soda Cohen. "Uncle Sawwy!" She screamed. She dropped whatever it was she was playing with and threw her hands up in the air. "Ride! Ride! Ride!" She chanted until Sal picked her up gently and placed her on his shoulders. She giggled gleefully as Sal zoomed around the living room, keeping right hold of her.

"Hi Chug, hi Maple," you smiled to the couple as you stood next to their sofa.

"Hey Y/N," they both said in unison. They turned away from the television to greet you with a welcoming smile. "How are things?"

"Good," you smiled, turning your attention to Sal who was laughing with Soda, shaking her ever so gently on his shoulders. Your heart melted at the sight. He was such a good uncle to Soda. "You guys ready to run some errands?" You asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Chug drawled only to earn an eye roll from Maple.

"We have to get groceries Chug or we'll starve!" Maple said dramatically. Then, she turned to you and smiled awkwardly whilst shaking her head. You always thought Chug and Maple made such a cute couple in high school and were glad when they got together. After a minute of watching Sal and Soda, Maple turned to you once more. "You guys going to be okay with her?"

"Of course," you smiled, motioning to the two kids. "I bet both of them will be flat out in an hour, tops."

Maple laughed and stood up, holding her hand out to her husband who grabbed it quickly. She helped pull him up off the sofa before grabbing her purse off the side. "If you need us, you have my number."

"Of course Maple," you said softly. You placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. You knew she hated leaving Soda at home, but it was just quicker to get round the shops when she wasn't there. With a quick goodbye, the happy couple left the apartment and went about their errands.

Sal let out a breathles sigh and put Soda on the floor. "No uncle Sawwy!" She huffed holding her hands up once more.

"I'm tired right now Soda," Sal explained. "Why don't we play with dollies instead? I'll give you another ride on my shoulders later!"

"Otay," Soda babbled.

"Can I play too Soda?" You asked with a smile, bending down to sit down next to her on the floor.

"What do you think, Soda?" Sal hummed. "Should we let Y/N play with us?"

"Of course!" Soda chimed.

"Okay, c'mon Y/N," Sal said, smiling underneath his prosthetic. He sat down next to you and the three of you played with Soda's toys for the remainder of the time Chug and Maple were gone. Occasionally Sal watched you from the corner of his eye, admiring the way you acted around Soda. He thought you were just perfect in every single way. Being just 'best friends' was killing him inside. He was in love with you, madly. Watching the way you were with Soda had him becoming all warm and fuzzy inside and the realisation hit him: not only did he want to be with you, he wanted to have babies with you.

When Chug and Maple came back from their shopping trip, Soda was fast asleep on Sal's lap. Maple smiled widely at the scene in front of her and so did Chug. "How's she been?" She whispered to you.

You nodded, "really good, as always."

"That's great news!" Maple smiled, clapping her hands together softly. "Say, would you two like to stay for dinner?"

"We'd love too but I'm actually head round to Sal's for dinner," you looked at Sal who was casually stroking Soda's hair and looking down on her protectively. You had known Sal a long time now, and you were able to read his body language to decipher his facial expressions without actually seeing them. Even after all this time of knowing him, you had still yet to see what he looked like under his prosthetic. You thought you never would, and you were okay with that. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, ever, so you didn't ask.

Sal's head snapped up at the mention of his name and he caught the end of your conversation with Maple. He decided to chime in, quietly as not to wake up Soda. "Yeah, my dad is making a roast."

"Mmm sounds lovely," Maple said, rubbing her stomach. "Well, we don't want to keep you longer than we already have. Feel free to stay or leave whenever you'd like. And, thanks again."

"You're welcome Maple," you smiled, pulling her into a hug. "Anytime, you know where we are."

Sal shifted Soda off of his lap and shook her gently. "Hey Soda," he whispered to her. "Uncle Sally is going now."

She stirred and rubbed her eyes, looking up at Sal. "Nooooo."

"I'll be back," Sal assured the little one. She nodded before falling straight back to sleep with her thumb in her mouth. Sal chuckled and stood up, making his way over to you. "Should we go?"

"Yeah," you smiled to him. "I'm starving."

"Me too," Sal admitted. "See you later Chug, Maple." He waved at them before walking out the door. You waved also and followed him, hot on his tail.

"Are Larry and Lisa coming for dinner?" you asked Sal in the elevator. He was watching you intensely, unbeknownst to you. Sal shook his head no and the rest of the extremely short elevator ride was silent.

That's weird, you thought to yourself. After visiting Soda, Sally's usually always happy. You thought something must be wrong with him, but gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was just tired after playing with an overactive toddler for the majority of the afternoon. When you arrived at 402 and entered the apartment, the smell of food wafted through the air and hit your nostrils just right. Your stomach grumbled the moment you entered and Henry, Sal's father, chuckled when he heard it. "Food is almost ready don't worry Y/N," he smiled. "We won't let our star guest starve on us."

"Dad," Sal groaned, rolling his eyes at his fathers typical dad humour.

"Sorry son," Henry smiled as he began to plate up the food.

"Would you like any help setting up the dinner table Mr Fisher?" You asked politely.

Henry shook his head, "no thank you Y/N. You just sit down and food will be ready in a second." You nodded and sat down at the dinner table next to Sal who was still usually quiet. You looked at him to see him playing with his fingers awkwardly as he waited for his food to be placed in front of him. When it was just him and his father, Sal had no problems taking off his prosthetic to eat, but when anybody else was around he just didn't have the confidence. Instead, he kept his prosthetic on and lifted it up slightly with each bite of his food. The sight alone made your heart clench. You knew Sal suffered with low confidence and self-esteem, something you wished you could change. You just weren't sure how.

Dinner passed by rather quickly with you and Henry talking about your day and you pressing, friendly, about his relationship with Lisa, Larry's mother. You had found out the two had been on a few dates and you could see just how happy Henry was. "Sounds like you found the one Henry," you smiled as you put your knife and fork down on your empty plate.

"I think so," Henry blushed as he followed suit with his cutlery. He looked to Sal who was still eating slowly. "Are you okay son? You've been oddly quiet tonight."

"He's been quiet since we left Chug and Maples," you said to Henry, looking over to Sal who was simply in a world of his own. "I think Soda tired him out." You placed your hand on Sal's shoulder and he jumped slightly, returning to the world of the living.

"Sorry guys," he whispered after swallowing the piece of meat in his mouth.

You looked at the time and sighed. "I should get going," you said standing up. "Thanks for dinner Mr Fisher. It was lovely."

"You're more than welcome anytime Y/N," Henry smiled.

"I'll walk you home," Sal said quickly, standing up.

"Sal I live in the apartment building, I'll be fine," you laughed, but Sal simply shook his head. He could be stubborn sometimes. "Fine," you sighed.

"Just leave the dishes in the sink dad," Sal called as he put his shoes on. "I'll do them when I get back."

"It's fine son, I'll do them you've had a busy day," Henry said. He picked up the plates on the dinner table and placed them in the sink, turning the faucet on and splashing some washing up liquid in the bowl. Henry watched as Sal held the door open for you and left the apartment. He sighed. Henry wanted nothing more than for his son to be happy in this world, and he knew that Sal would be happy with you.

"You didn't have to walk me home Sal," you smiled as you walked to the elevator.

"It's not a problem," Sal whispered looking at the ground. "Besides, it means I get to spend a little bit more time with you."

"You're so sweet Sal," you cooed.

When you got into the elevator, you both went to press the number two causing your fingers to bump together. "S-Sorry," Sal stuttered, removing his finger from the button and allowing you to press it. You couldn't help but chuckle when you noticed his ears had gone a deep shade of red, indicating that he was a blushing mess under his prosthetic. Man, you thought he was cute.

With a ding, the elevator door opened and you were on the second floor where you apartment resided. You exited the elevator and made your way to the door, fishing the keys out of your pocket and opening the door. You turned around to Sal and smiled, "would you like to come in? My parents are out tonight."

Sal nodded, "sure."

You walked in and allowed Sal in before closing the door behind him. You scanned the living room, your nose scrunching up at the mess from last nights takeaway. "Sorry for the mess," you sighed. "We had a takeaway last night and I guess my parents forgot to take out the rubbish."

"It's fine," Sal shrugged, sitting down on the sofa. He couldn't help but watch you as you walked into the kitchen and got you both a drink, setting them on the coffee table in front of the sofa before sitting down next to him. A few seconds of awkward silence had passed and you sighed. "Sal," you said turning to him. Sal looked at you and tilted his head to the side. "Are you okay? You've been awfully quiet since this afternoon."

"I'm fine," Sal lied, kicking his feet out with an exasperated sigh.

"Sal I've known you for a long time now," you groaned, scooting closer to him. "Your prosthetic can't hide your lies from me. You can talk to me."

"Not about this," Sal groaned, throwing his head back. "I gotta keep this to myself."

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing!" He exclaimed.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me," you chimed. "Come on Sal. It can't be that embarrassing." You pushed.

Sal didn't even think about what he was going to say, he just... said it. "I want to have babies with you." Your eyes widened with shock as the words left Sal's lips. You could tell from Sal's body language that his facial expression mirrored yours, not believing what he had just said. You weren't sure what to say, so you just blinked at your best friend. Sal cleared his throat. "What I meant to say was, let's have sex," he stumbled, shaking his head. "No, not that. I mean... I like you, a lot."

Your heart was racing in your chest and you swore that Sal could hear the drum of it against your ribcage through the deafening silence. You stuttered on your tongue. It was your time to confess. "I like you you too Sal. A lot."

"Y-You do?" He asked, surprise laced his voice and he blinked rapidly.

"I do," you nodded, a blush crept up onto your cheeks. "I didn't think you felt the same way."

"I'd be stupid not too!" Sal exclaimed, laughing. It was good to hear him laugh. Your heart couldn't help but flutter as he placed his hand on yours and squeezed reassuringly. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the lips on his prosthetic and smiled. "Can I kiss you?" He asked awkwardly, his hand still on top of yours.

"Of course you can kiss me Sal," you whispered shyly. As soon as the words left your lips, Sal removed his hand from yours and played with the straps on his prosthetic, loosening it.

"Don't be afraid of me," he whispered back to you.

"I'll never be afraid of you Sal," you said, while he slowly but surely took of the prosthetic mask covering his face.

He held the prosthetic in one hand and with his other hand, moved the strands of messy blue hair away from his face so you could see him. Really see him. Your eyes scanned his face and you couldn't help but well up with tears slightly. You knew the courage it took for him to remove his prosthetic without anybody being there, but to take it off in front of you... he must have been so scared. Your hands flew up to cup his cheeks and stroked them with your thumbs before you pressed your lips to his eagerly. Sal kissed back almost instantly, dropping his prosthetic onto the floor and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. "Oh Sally," you whispered against his lips. You sat up straight without removing your lips from his and couldn't help but grind against him, the wetness of your core becoming more prominent by the second. Sal's arms trailed up and down your arms as he stroked you and then made their way to your cheeks cupping them gently. You pulled away from Sal's lips and stared into his eyes, gulping heavily. "Do you maybe want to take this to my room?" You asked nervously. Sal didn't say anything, instead he just wrapped his arms around your waist again and stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to your room. He closed the door with his foot and walked you to your bed before plopping you down gently and pushing you until you were on your back. Only then did he decide to crawl on top of you, attaching his lips to yours again hungrily. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to your body until you could feel his growing erection against your thigh. You bucked your hips up and Sal let out a soft moan against your lips, something which only spurred you on.

You pushed Sal away from you slightly and sat up on your elbows to take off your shirt, throwing it across the room. Sal's eyes widened as he looked down at your bra-covered chest. "A-Are you sure?" He stuttered nervously, looking at you sternly.

"Yes Sal," you said softly, bringing your hands to his cheeks once more and looking deeply into his eyes. "I want you."

Those were all the words Sal needed to hear before he began to eagerly undress himself, throwing his clothes where your shirt landed until he was in just his loose boxers. You shimmied out of your pants and plopped them over the edge of the bed, leaving you in just your underwear in front of your now ex-best friend. Sal couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of your body. It was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. Any imperfections you have were just perfect to him.

Clumsily, Sal took one of your breasts into his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as if he was testing the waters and when a soft moan escaped your lips, Sal continued. He pulled the fabric over your puckering nipple and began to play with the bud between his fingers. "My God," he whispered to himself as you threw your head back. Your underwear was wet to the touch and you became embarrassed as Sal trailed his free hand down your body and stopped at the waistband of your underwear. "May I?" He asked, his fingertips dancing on your skin. You nodded and Sal couldn't help the grin that graced his lips. He was so beautiful, especially when you could see him smile and you couldn't believe it. Sal dipped his fingers down your underwear and slicked a finger up your folds and chuckled. "You're already so wet."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "I wonder why."

Sal caught your playful expression and grinned at you cheekily before slipping his index finger inside of you slowly. You arched your back, pushing his finger further inside you reaching a spot you had never reached before. A gasped ripped from your throat as Sal began to pump in and out of you slowly. "Is this okay?" Sal asked, searching your face for any indication that he was doing something wrong. You nodded enthusiastically and bucked your hips up, which Sal took that as an invitation to pump in and out of you at a faster pace. "Is this okay?" He asked again.

"Sal, sweetheart. You don't have to keep asking me if it's okay," you whispered sweetly. "If it's not okay, I'll tell you. Okay?" Sal nodded in understanding as he continued to drill his finger inside of you. You moaned softly as he slipped a second finger inside of you.

"God you're so tight," Sal gasped. His hand on your breast had stopped playing with your nipple as he placed all of his concentration on finger-fucking you.

"Don't say such things," you blushed as you bit your lip out of embarrassment.

Sal smiled at you and pressed his lips to yours softly for a moment before he pulled away and stared into your eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, removing his fingers from your cunt and popping them in his mouth. Sal licked your juices off his fingers without breaking eye contact with you and you couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips at the sight.

"I-I want to make you feel good too," you stuttered, looking down at the bulge in Sal's boxers before looking up at him again.

"Really?" He asked, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. You simply nodded and wiggled out from underneath Sal, pushing him down onto his back. He looked up at you through his lashes and smiled nervously as you pulled his boxers down, causing his cock to spring free from it's restraints. Boy, was he huge. Your mouth fell open as you admired his cock, his plush pink tip beaded with pre-cum. Hesitantly, you lowered your mouth down around his length and took him in, inch by sweet inch. The second your mouth was around him, Sal let out the loudest moan followed by a few curse words. His hands gripped the sheets below as he closed his eyes shut tightly, trying his hardest not to cum already. You hallowed your cheeks and sucked as best as you could. After all, you hadn't done this before - you weren't exactly sure what you were doing and if you were even doing it right. "Oh my God Y/N," Sal moaned out. "this feels amazing."

You popped his cock out of your mouth and looked at him proudly. "Really?" You asked.

"Fuck yes, please, please continue," he begged, thrusting his hips up in the air. You nodded and put your mouth back around his length and continued sucking. You only managed a few more strokes of your tongue before Sal was pulling himself out of your mouth quickly. "Gonna cum if you keep sucking." You smirked and wiped the spit from the side of your mouth. "Can I make love to you Y/N?" Sal asked, sitting up.

"Please Sally," you said vigorously as you took off your underwear and laid down on your back spread before Sal. He nestled himself between your legs and pumped his length a few times before slicking himself up your folds to lube up. "Sal please," you begged. With that, Sal pushed his way through your entrance and let out an even louder moan than before. He never realised how good sex would feel and even though he wasn't even fully sheathed inside of you yet, Sal knew this was going to be the best feeling of his entire life.

"So tight," he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. He continued to slowly push himself inside of you, whilst biting his bottom lip. "Almost there," Sal whispered to you as he noticed the look of pain on your face. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes and Sal shushed you gently, lifting a hand up to your face to wipe away those tears.

"Sal it hurts," you whimpered, throwing your head back.

"I know baby, I know," he whispered, bending down and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. Finally, he was fully stuffed inside of you. Sal stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of your walls around him and allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Okay, you can move now," you managed to sputter out after a few seconds of stillness. Sal nodded and pulled himself out before snapping his hips against yours, forcing himself back inside of you once more. You both let out wanton moans as he began to move.

"Feels so good," Sal whimpered as he bent down to press kisses to your neck. "So amazing. I've dreamt of this day," he confessed.

"Oh Sal," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. The new position had Sal's cock reaching deeper inside of you, almost penetrating your womb.

"Love you so much," Sal spluttered, moving his hips faster as he began to feel more confident in what he was doing. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just a string of moans as the pleasure built up in your stomach, a pleasure you had never experienced before. Sal continued to let out a wide array of moans, not holding back letting you know how good your pretty little cunt was making him feel. Sal then moved his hands from your hips up to your breasts, squeezing them gently. "Want to give you my babies so badly," he babbled as his thrusts became more erratic. "Please, please, please let me give you my babies."

"Please Sally," was your only response to his begging. Clumsily, he bent down to kiss you passionately, he thrusts becoming more and more staggered by the second.

"I'm going to cum," Sal whimpered between your lips. "Going to fill you up so good, I promise."

"Yes Sal!" you cried out. Gosh you were so glad your parents weren't home. You reached down to circle your clit and within the first few movements, you could already feel like you were on the brink of your orgasm. "Sally, I'm going to cum," you babbled out.

"Wait," Sal said suddenly. "Wait for me. Let's cum together." You couldn't speak so you could only nod in agreement. A few more strokes inside your wet hole and Sal was a blubbering mess of your name, crying out that he was cumming. You continued circling your clit until your orgasm washed over you. Your toes curled up and your legs tightened around Sal's torso. The constricting of your walls pushed Sal over the edge and before you knew it he was spurting his thick ropes inside of you. You were both a moaning mess entangled in each others embrace. Sal finally stopped his movements and flopped on top of you weakly. "That was amazing," he breathed out, kissing your collarbone softly.

"It was," you nodded in agreement. "But Sal, you're squishing me a little."

"Sorry," he chuckled. The blue-haired male rolled off of you and onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

There was silence for a few seconds before you broke it.

"Are you okay Sally?" You asked, looking at him.

"Never better," he smirked, turning his attention to you. "Say Y/N?"

"Yeah Sal?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, so shyly it was as if he hadn't just fucked the life out of you.

"Of course I will Sal," you smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Good, I'm glad," he let out a big breath of air and sat up, looking around the room for his clothes. Once he had found them, he put them on and looked at you lovingly. "I don't wanna leave."

"Then don't," you suggested. "Stay with me tonight?

"You mean that?" Sal asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Of course!" You exclaimed sitting up. You took the time to truly admire Sal's face and smiled. "I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to take off your prosthetic in front of me."

"I'm just glad I didn't scare you," he sighed. "It's nice to show you my face."

"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my entire life," you said honestly, sternly, trying to dig it into his brain.

"You think so?" He smiled widely.

"I know so," you said. "Come, let's watch a movie and have some snacks. I don't know about you but I'm feeling a little peckish after that."

Sal chuckled. "Me too, and thirsty. Turns out sex is thirsty work." You laughed along with Sal and got dressed before making your way into the living room.

You picked your favourite movie to watch and grabbed some snacks from the cupboard in the kitchen before settling down on the sofa together. Sal kept his eyes on you throughout the entire movie and you looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you okay Sal?"

"I was serious before you know?" Sal asked, picking his prosthetic up off the floor and putting it back on just incase your parents came home early.

"Serious about what?" You asked putting some skittles in your mouth.

"Having babies with you," Sal said sheepishly as he tightened his prosthetic onto his face so it didn't fall off.

"You were?" You asked. "I thought you just said that in the heat of the moment."

Sal shook his head, "no I was being serious. I really, really want to have babies with you."

You smiled softly and placed a hand on his and pressed a kiss to his prosthetic. "Well you never know what will happen in the future Sal." And with that, you watched the rest of the movie in silence, just holding each other. It was nice that your feelings for each other were out in the open, but tomorrow, it was time to break the news to everybody.

Sorry the ending kinda sucked - I'm not very good at writing endings! Not proof-read.

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salfishersbxtch · 11 months

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how you met.

warnings: none.

sal fisher met you on his first day at nockfell high school. you were hanging around with your best friend larry who had told you all about the new-comer. sal's eyes immediately lit up when he saw larry, happily walking towards a familiar face in this new and unfamiliar place. when sal saw you, he froze momentarily. "hi!" you smiled, holding your hand out for sal to take. he was hesitant at first, but soon took your hand and shook it politely muttering a hello. his heart was beating rapidly as your hands met and sal couldn't help but feel self conscious as you looked at up and down. "i like your prosthetic," you said politely, returning your hand to your hip.

sal was about to correct you, explain that it was a prosthetic and not a mask, but then your words sunk in. "you know it's not a mask?" sal asked, eyes wide. you nodded as you bit your lip, a cheeky smile spreading across your face. "well, thanks," sal spoke quietly. he was thankful that his prosthetic hid the blush that spread rapidly across his face as you smiled at him.

it was from that moment on, sal knew he had it bad for you.

larry johnson met you on your first day at addison apartments. you were dragging a box to the elevator when he was walking past and, like a true gentleman, he stopped to give you a hand. "need some help?" he asked, a grin on his face.

"oh no it's fine," you protested.

but larry was having none of it. "nonesense," he said, grabbing the other side of the box. "you look like you're struggling."

he helped you lift the box into the elevator and began making small talk with you. asking which apartment you were moving into and where you came from, you know, that sort of thing. you found out his name was larry, he lived in the basement apartment with his mother and he went to nockfell high school. he helped you bring up a few more boxes to your apartment before he went on with his day.

larry knew he would be seeing you more often than just passing ships in the halls, and he was happy with that.

travis phelps met you at his father's church. you were sitting on the front row mindlessly strumming on your knee as service was on. it was apparent that you weren't listening at all. you felt eyes on you and turned to look at travis who was sneering at you from across the room. you smiled at him but he didn't retaliate with a smile, instead he stuck his tongue out at you angrily. your eyes widened at his actions before you turned away awkwardly, fingers still strumming on your knee.

after the service, travis approached you with anger in his eyes. "so you weren't listening to service?" he asked bitterly.

you spun round, coming face-to-face with him before answering plainly. "no."

"and why not?" he asked.

"just got some things on my mind," was all you said, looking the boy up and down.

he looked at you with such disgust as you admired him. “what can be more important than church?” he asked, scoffing at you.

“my mental health?” you replied questioning my.

travis simply rolled his eyes at your statement. “you’re clearly lying,” he poked fun at you. “next time i see you, i want to see you paying attention.”

and with that he walked off leaving you dumbfounded at his brashness and confidence. as he walked away, travis knew that you were going to be trouble.

a/n || first post on this account! i hope all my sally face lovers like this and stay tuned for more posts<3

commissions are open.

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devourers-of-god · 2 months

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Hello again! As I understand it, applications are still open aha... I hope I haven't tormented you (sorry, I'm just wildly delighted with your work, and there are too many ideas in my head)

In general... it seems to me that it is quite difficult for Sally to open up to people, despite the fact that he is a very kind boy. It seems to me that he may be shocked by excessive tactility and emotionality

So, what about an overly active f!reader who likes to hold hands with friends, and hugs at a meeting, and kisses on the cheeks (sorry, this is literally me, and at the same time all my friends are not particularly tactile, aha ...). I was thinking that the reader might like Sal... how do you think he would react? And yes, it can be either fan fiction or headcannons, whatever you want aha. I will read everything with pleasure!!!

HI!! thank you SO much for the compliments, you are the sweetest! You are SO right about Sal D: ANS ALSO you do not torment me !!!! the requests are slow these days and im sooo happy you're taking the time to ask me stuff !I will do a one shot for this lololsorry this took a while to write, I had exams, school and work :P BUTTT I got my drivers licence LOLLL okep thanks for your request!!! and if you ever have more ideas, it will be my pleasure to try and portray your ideas with my writing!

SAL X OVERLY AFFECTIONATE READER

Warnings: None, fluff ? u guys are not dating lololol

Type: Oneshot

Oneshot -

Everyone described you with few words; bubbly, a social butterfly and VERY affectionate. You were not shy to pour your heart out to someone when needed, but you also were the first one to help a friend in need.

You always thought that being this touchy and nice to people was just common manners, until you be friended Sal Fisher.

Sal Fisher was an interesting individual, his everyday life was affected by years of torment explained by his flashbacks. He wasted a lot of his youth because Sal was isolating himself, not talking to anyone, not even his father. Even though his ''beloved'' father wasn't trying to help him to begin with. Though, this caused the young boy to develop an awkwardness to someone's touch and Sally could not properly explain to someone how he felt, he couldn't quite put words on his true feelings. Being touched, brushed or even just the thought of all this, made Sal feel something he couldn't even express. Sal was hollow, basically a shell of a human.

You luckily moved to Nockfell, the infamous town that your family wanted to move in so bad. You and your family landed in the Addison's apartments, there you met the tall Larry Jonhson. It was easy to get along with this guy anyway, you found yourself very lucky that day because the metalhead introduced you to Sal Fisher. You two will eventually end up together, but you don't know that yet.

For you, it was love at first sight. You Immediately complimented the way Sal presented himself. Basically showering him with compliments, especially his mask and hair. It wasn't your fault that you're this friendly, its the usual y/n. Sal Fisher felt almost claustrophobic by your gestures, weirdly appreciated that. You were not aware but this boy is secretly craving compliments, being this lonely for this long had affected the poor boy.

As the weeks passed, you and the blue haired boy hung out often, which made you delighted. You two were eating lunch together while the others had an art project to complete. Mr. Fisher and you were discussing when suddenly Sal made you laugh, your reflexes got the best of you and pushed him gently. Sal smiled to himself as his face turned crimson. ''God you are so funny, you need to stop my cheeks are hurting!!'' You confessed as you chuckled lightly. ''Pretty sure my name is Sal ,y/n'' your crush responded. You punched his shoulder gently, just as a way of saying to shut it. You knew that Sal was not introduced properly to your love language, but luckily you asked his closest friends about all of this. They approved to you that the masked boy isn't disturbed by it. It motivated you to not hide your true self, since your upcoming boyfriend is fond of it.

In an instant, the bell rang. You got up quickly and held Sal's hand to make sure he's following. You didn't want to lose him in the crowded halls right? Or did you just want an excuse to hold his hand? Sal figured this out but never told you.

Arrived to his locker, you were so happy that day and your nature took over suddenly, you peeked a small kiss on the cheek of Sal's prosthetic. '' See ya Sal! Goodluck with your math test-'' You yelled out as you escaped. You were proud of yourself too, you really liked Sal and the only way to show it is with affection and physical touch. You could not believe you actually did that. The next class felt like it was the longest ever, the school system was seperating you from your future lover.

Meanwhile, Sal's train of thoughts was going faster than usual. He froze in place for a good 5 minutes with his face hotter than when he had the flu. He thought to himself that you might like him, but Sal reasoned himself after saying that you probably do that to everyone. He wasn't so special, he thought. Normally, affecting gestures are not welcome for Sal Fisher, but you stood out. He actually felt great in your embrace. Even though he's not quick enough to hug back sometimes, he melts every time.

''Man I know you like her, you don't even let us touch you dude.'' Larry said after Sal reported everything of today. Sal closed his locker door a bit louder than he should've.

''Fuck off Larry. She's just different I guess.'' Sal retorted, what's left of his face turned a tint of pink, ballet pink to be exact. Sal thought to himself that he was pleased that the school day finally ended, they could finally go home and play som- Sal's thoughts were cut off by you hugging Sal as a way of greeting. He felt his legs soften beneath him. Sal's heart skipped various beats. '' Hi Sal!! Oh hi Larry! What are you guys up to after school?'' You smiled wildly as you got closer to Sal, which made him shiver. Larry started to smirk in a more of an evil way ''Oh I'm actually busy tonight but I know that Sal wanted to hang out with you y/n'' Sal bumped into him ''accidentally''.

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away ''I would love to! My parents are picking me up today so- text me okay?'' You ended your sentence with a small wink directed to Sal. You quickly left to go in your guardian's car. Suddenly you didn't feel like walking like everyone else, you were so happy you skipped your way to the car. Sal's jaw was hanging since Larry opened his ''dumb mouth'' as Sal would say.

''Youre welcome my man!'' Larry chuckled.

'' Get lost.''

HELLO!! hope you liked it :) I don't know why, im less satisfied with this.. if there's anything you guys think I should add please feel free to share your thoughts with me!! Per usual, stay safe and MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!!! its currently almost 1 am lawd goodnight friends :) P-S: we're almost at 150 followers!!!!!! very exciting :DDDD thank you!!

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thegracelessfaceless · 3 months

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Late Night Channel Surfing with Sal

*For nostalgia purposes, this will be written as if YouTube and streaming services do not exist. Sal's world was in a time before streaming (though he loves it now), when channel surfing ruled, and we were plagued by the dreaded misplaced remote*

Masterlist --> here

It's getting late but neither of you can seem to turn your heads off

Sleep remains elusive

After a couple of hours of both of you tossing, turning, blanket kicking and clock checking, you both decide to retire to the living room

But first a stop for a hot cup of tea is in order (non-Addison, please and thank you)

The two of you talk over your tea, listlessly sitting on the couch

Sal has turned the TV on, but no lights other than the kitchen overhead, which filters dimly into the room, but not enough to really light the room.

Muted colors from the TV reflect on the walls as the two of you talk about the weird thoughts that enter the mind of no-sleep

After finishing tea, Sal assumes his normal "I'm relaxing" sprawl on the couch, lying reclined against a pillow on the arm rest with one leg thrown across the back of the couch and the other stretched out along the cushions

This creates the perfect alcove for you to rest in, snugged in against Sal, and he opens his arms to receive you.

He pulls you in against his body as his arms cradle you and his fingers fidget against your skin

Sal mans the remote, flipping through all the sights TV offers after prime time

Trashy talk and reality shows prevail

Along with some pretty funny mature cartoon, on which Sal lingers

The combination of the warm tea in your stomachs and the comfort of cuddling with a loved one soon make it so the time spent on each channel increases over time

A few moments spent on Beavis and Butthead

Turns to five whole minutes on a nature documentary about flying squirrels

Oh hey this looks cool, an old episode of Night Gallery. That's Vincent Price

*Sleepy noises of agreement*

The weirdness of the old seventies show seems to entrance

Both of you are watching glassily, and Sal drops the remote

You're not really sure who fell asleep first, because just after the remote slides off your hip, sleep claims you

You only remember waking up at some later point, in the small hours of the night to the sound of canned laughter

It seems that Vincent Price mindfuck was on a vintage tv channel. An old sitcom is now dominating the screen

And the remote has disappeared, no doubt wedged between the cushions or underneath you at this point

But Sal makes a soft noise in his sleep and his fingers grasp at your shirt where his hand rests on your hip

You look up at his beautifully ruined face, almost angelic in the relaxation of sleep

And you settle back in, basking in the warmth of him

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writers-advocate · 11 months

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sal fisher

to be written

#sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher imagine #sally face #sally face x reader #sally face imagines

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missinggoatslippers · 2 years

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I NEED HELP FINDING A FANFIC!!💔💔💔

✨UPDATE:

I FOUND IT!! thank you guys SOO MUCH for your help!!!!! especially @crunchyspositivybubble 💞💞💞 my day is made 🙏🙏

(the fanfic is passing notes by pmgrntss!!)

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ok so i read this sally face fanfic some time last year and i haven’t been able to find it since T-T and i could really use some help bc i really wanna read it again !! i remember it so vividly and yet i haven’t been able to find it on ao3 or quotev, i read the fic here on tumblr but haven’t been able to find it here either,, so anyways if anyone recognizes / has read this please lmk!!!

ok so it was a sally face self insert fanfic with the soulmate au where you see black and white and only see color once your soulmate touches you? Sal was dating Ashley, Todd and Neil were dating (ofc), and chug and maple, i think larry was also with someone but i’m not sure. anyways reader is the only one in the group who hasn’t found their soulmate,,, UNTIL they realize it’s Sal :0 so they’re all like hey yer my soulmate and sal is like sorry but I’m dating ash :/ reader gets upset and starts avoiding sal, (which is hard bc they’re in the same friend group) at some point reader runs off to the school library to cry, someone passes them a note through a shelf and asks if they’re ok, after that they regularly exchange notes with this mysterious person (i think it’s hinted at that it’s sal) later, reader ash and neil go to the mall and they find out reader HAS met their soulmate, but won’t say who it is, ash admits sal isn’t her soulmate, and that she met her soulmate when she was a kid but isn’t with them.. so yeah that’s what i remember from the story,,, if u know what fanfic this is PLEASE LMK bc i’d love to read it again / keep reading it. i don’t remember exactly when i read it but it was some time between april - nov 2021 :/ any help is appreciated!!!! <333 ?

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cherubfae · 2 months

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jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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sallyfaceproduces · 3 months

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

SALLY FACE

• ugh sal is the sweetest

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

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

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

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

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

• Sally thinks you're the cutest ugh

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

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

LARRY

• he doesn't really care tbh

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

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

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

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

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

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

• he just also likes having you close to him

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

• also an excuse to walk you to class lol

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v1x3n · 2 months

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okay but sal fisher from sally face (obvi) making you ride him and when u dont do it fast enough he gribs onto your hips and forces you up and down on it. his cock so deep inside of you your eyes roll to the back of your skull. the blasting music in the backround only guiding his movements, the loud beats making him fuck you onto his length at each sound. it was endless, even after you reached your end and came spurted out he hadnt stopped. not untill he was 100% finished.

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ad0rebrial · 27 days

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Haiii >_< !!

I was wondering if your taking requests? If you are then can you do a sal smut oneshot I think it’s called? If not it’s alright just wanna make sure ^_^!!

Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting!🩷🩷🩷🩷

TW:Handjob, Making out, Praise kink, begging, mention of drinking, Public.

Sal whimpered against your lips as your knee was pressed right up against the raging boner he had right now. His maroon jeans were straining against it painfully. Your lips were firm against his own as you kissed him so passionately.

“Y-Y/n—“ Sal’s voice was muffled due to your kissing. “Mm—W-What if my dad walks in—?”

“He won’t, he’s practically drunk out of his mind on that couch. Dont you worry about a thing.” You said. The tone of your voice was so arousing for Sal to the point where he just couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Your hand trailed down from his chest to the raging boner behind his pants and his breath hitched. “I hadn’t even hardly touched you and you’re already so hard for me?” You questioned. Sal mumbled out an apology before he let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of your hand going down his pants. Your fingers rubbed up against his clothed dick and he whined out in pleasure. He clung onto his bed sheets before he leaned his head back in pure bliss.

“Y/n…!—“ Sal gasped out when he felt your hand wrap around his shaft. You gently planted a hand over his mouth before you began stroking him at a fast pace. Sal moaned behind your hand as he let out whimpers and whines (which was the prime reason as to why you covered his mouth)

“You’re so pretty, Sally.” You cooed with love in your voice. “You’re my pretty boy. Y’know that?” You always loved calling him pretty. It’s the truth so you’re gonna speak on the truth. You also enjoy whispering such sweethearted things in his ear because you know that it makes him feel good about himself. But it also makes him cum quick. “What’s wrong?” You asked when you heard Sal whine.

“C-Can I…? Can I c-cum…?” He muffled out behind your hand.

“Ohh…I’m not so sure, honey.” You replied with a soft shrug of your shoulders.

“Please…? I-I’ve been good…Please can I cum?” Sal begged again. You smiled at him before planting a kiss on his head.

“You may.” Right after you spoke those two magic words he finally released. He buried his face in your neck as he shuddered at the pretty harsh orgasm he faced. “See? I told you that your dad wouldn’t know or hear a thing.” You said in a smart-like tone. Sal let out a groan. Even though you couldn’t see his face you know that he was eye rolling you in someway as you laughed.

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salfishersface · 4 months

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Hey! I saw your fics and I really liked them 😊💖

I was wondering if maybe you could make a part three to baby fever where reader finds out they actually are pregnant?? I think it'd be really fun to see, only if you want to of course!

Have a good day/noon/nights 💗

Baby Fever Part Three || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - You and Sal find out you're finally pregnant.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Part One || Part Two

Waking up nauseous wasn’t unusual for you, especially when you hadn’t eaten since the early evening before. You thought nothing of it, just ate some food and went about your day ignoring the sickness. Even after a few days of feeling nauseous, you put it down to a virus or some bad take-out food. Then other symptoms started: tender breasts, cramping and obscure food cravings. But yet again, you didn’t think anything of it. You just put it down to your period, after all these symptoms weren’t uncommon for your cycle. It wasn’t until you were adding some appointments down on the calendar did you notice that your period was actually three weeks late. Your cycle was usually like clockwork. It started on the same date every month, so for it to be late was out of the ordinary. You and Sal had been trying for a baby for months now, making love whenever you could, sometimes even multiple times a day to increase your chances of getting pregnant but to no avail. You tried your hardest not to get excited when you saw the calendar, not wanting to get your hopes up and mourn a baby that never even existed when your period inevitably came but you couldn’t help it. You ripped the calendar off the apartment wall and rushed into yours and Sal’s shared room, not caring whether you woke Henry and Lisa up.

“Sal! Sal! Wake up!” You shouted, shaking him. Sal groaned, turning over to you as his eyes fluttered open. Even in the mornings when he had ‘morning breath’ and bedhead, he was still the most handsomest man in the world to you. He lifted a hand up to cup your cheek and smiled softly at you.

“Good morning beautiful,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

“Sal! This is important,” you whined.

“What is it?” Sal asked, finally sitting up in bed. You thrusted the calendar in his face and pointed at the date, but he didn’t understand what you were trying to tell him. “What is it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“My period is three weeks late!” You exclaimed, a huge smile on your face.

It took Sal a few moments to comprehend what you were trying to say, but when he did he immediately jumped out of bed. “You’re pregnant?” He asked, voice filled with excitement.

“I don’t know for sure,” you said, voice turning solemn before you perked up again. “But there’s a good chance!”

“Well, have you done a test?”

You shook your head. “No. I wanted to do one with you, but I couldn’t wait until your alarm once I realised.”

Sal nodded and smiled, grabbing his boxers and pyjama pants off the floor and slipping them on. “Well, let's go!” You nodded and grabbed Sal’s hand, practically dragging him to the bathroom. Once you were in, you closed the door behind the two of you as Sal opened the cabinet on the wall that contained all sorts of toiletries: including pregnancy tests. Shakily, he handed one to you. You took the test and watched as Sal took out the box to look for the instructions.

“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Looking at the instructions,” he said, eyes scanning the words written on the back of the test box.

“We don’t need instructions Sal,” you said, a slight chuckle in your voice. “They’re pretty straight forward. I pee on the stick and it tells me if I’m pregnant or not.”

“But the lines are confusing,” Sal said, furrowing his eyebrows.

You shook your head, smiling. “No they aren’t. One line for negative, two lines for positive.”

“Okay. One line for negative, two lines for positive,” Sal repeated. He watched with intrigue as you pulled your pants down and sat on the toilet, placing the stick between your legs. After a few moments, Sal spoke up. “Why aren’t you peeing?”

“I’m nervous because you’re watching me!”

“Okay, sorry, sorry. I’ll look away.”

Sal turned around and faced the wall and surely enough, within a few seconds he heard the trinkle of your urine against the toilet bowl. When you were finished you removed the stick from between your legs and placed the cap on it, pulled up your pants and washed your hands. “Now we wait two minutes,” you said, putting a timer on your phone.

“Two minutes?” Sal exclaimed, to which you nodded. You could see through those two minutes how eager Sal was. He kept peeking between you and the test, biting the skin around his fingernails nervously as the timer on your phone ticked away. The second the timer went off, Sal grabbed the test from the side and looked at you. “We look together okay?” He asked, waiting for your nod of confirmation. “On the count of three. One, two, three.”

On the count of three, Sal turned the test around to face the two of you and immediately you were faced with two clear, red lines. “One line for negative, two lines for positive,” Sal repeated, his eyes wide. He looked at you and immediately broke out into tears. The two of you began to hold each other as tears of happiness fell down your cheeks. “We’re having a baby!” Sal gasped as he caught his breath.

“We’re having a baby,” you repeated, biting your lip and moving away slightly to look into Sal’s eyes.

“Oh my God,” Sal exclaimed as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Finally!”

“I know,” you said, laughter erupting from your throat. “I thought it would never happen because we wanted it so much.”

Sal kissed the top of your head and smiled down at you. “I knew it would happen. I just knew it.”

“Oh, did you now?” You teased lightly.

“I did,” he remarked with a smirk. “Now come with me,” he said, holding out his hand for you to take.

You took his hand and looked at Sal curiously. “Where are we going?” You asked.

“Well, I was thinking we’d celebrate,” Sal smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you back to your shared bedroom. He closed the door behind you and took the pregnancy test out of your hand and placed it on his nightstand.

“And how are we celebrating?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I think you know,” he grinned, pulling you down with him onto the bed gently. He pressed his lips to yours passionately, immediately poking his tongue into your mouth and fighting for dominance against your own tongue. You let out a soft moan into the kiss and sighed dreamily as Sal began to remove each item of clothing on your body. He did so teasingly, slowly, and passionately. His hands traced your curves, roaming over your stomach that was growing his child and cradling you protectively. “Oh my sweet girl,” Sal groaned as he squeezed your breasts slightly. “The mother of my child.”

You smiled upon hearing those words, and revelled in the way Sal was touching you all over. “Sally, please don’t tease me,” you begged silently.

“Okay, okay. Since you’ve been so good and you’re giving me a baby, I suppose I can reward you,” he said slyly. He removed his pyjama pants and boxers before climbing on top of you, lips attaching to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin. Sal was already as hard as a rock. The thought of you finally being pregnant with his child had filled him with so much joy and arousal. He slipped his cockhead up your folds and lubricated himself before slowly inching into you. A loud gasp left your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You nodded in agreement, and held onto his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock pushed deep inside of you and he finally bottomed out. A moan left his lips almost immediately. “Jesus Christ, Sal,” you moaned out, biting your bottom lip to stop a louder moan from leaving your lips.

Sal’s pace was slow and sensual, a lot of love was poured into all of this. Your wish of having a baby together was finally coming true and Sal just wanted to show you how thankful he was. His hands roamed over your body, grasping and grabbing at every piece of flesh he could as he moved against you effortlessly. “God I love you so much,” he whispered into your ear.

“I love you too,” you managed to choke out between broken sobs of pleasure. It was all becoming too much and you wanted Sal to move faster. “Please Sally. Move a bit faster.”

He complied with your request, his hips snapping against yours but still keeping the sensual rhythm. You let out a whimper as he continued to thrust into you, heavy balls slapping against you. “You feel so good,” Sal groaned, biting and sucking at you. His hands cupped your breasts and began to play with them gently, noticing how tender they were.

“Sal, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out. Sal nodded and moved a hand down to your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves between your legs until you came undone around his cock. You squirted with ease, making a mess of the bedsheets and Sal’s torso.

“God I’m going to cum too,” he whimpered pathetically. His hips continued to slam against yours, but his movements stuttered as thick ropes of cum spurted from his head and deep inside of you. He moaned your name over and over like a prayer he could never get sick of as he shuddered deeply. When he had finished cumming, he pulled out of you and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. A wide smile laced his lips. “You’re amazing.”

“I know,” you joked, nuzzling into him.

“Thank you,” he whispered quietly.

“What are you thanking me for?” You asked quizzically.

“For giving the weird kid a chance. For seeing me as more than a freak who sees ghosts. For giving me the life I never thought I deserved.”

A tear rolled down your eyes at his words. “Sal,” you sat up, and looked down at him. “You deserve all the love in the world. More than I can give you. But this child and I, will do the best we can to make sure you feel that love.”

“I love you,” he said softly.

“We love you too,” you replied, pressing your head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat.

“I suppose we have a lot of people to tell the good news too,” Sal said, sitting up.

“I’ll contact the doctor tomorrow. We’ll get a scan before we tell people,” you answer, but nod at the same time. “We can have a little reveal party. Something grand and spectacular.”

“I agree,” Sal nodded, kissing your forehead. “Tomorrow, we’ll think of ideas.” You nod in agreement and smile at him. “Rest now, my love. You’ll need it.”

You let out a soft yawn. “But it’s still morning.”

“Have an early morning nap,” Sal chuckled. “You deserve it.”

“Suppose I could take a nap. I have been up for a while,” you reply. Sal nodded and pulled you even closer to him until you were almost lying on top of his body. He stroked your hair until you fell into a sleep, full of dreams of motherhood and the excitement that was to come in your life.

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Ghostly Love || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal begins to fall for one of the ghosts at Addison Apartments. And that ghost is you.

Warnings - SFW. Swearing. Mentions Of Death. Mentions Of Suicide. Kissing.

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Sal sat up in bed, aimlessly reaching out to his bedside table for his prosthetic. After rubbing the sleep away from his eyes with his fists and yawning, Sal fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic, placing it comfortably on his face. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and planted his feet into his slippers, stumbling his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen lazily.

Henry, Sal's father, had already left for work and, like usual, had left a note on the fridge reminding Sal to eat some breakfast before school. Sal, like usual, read the note and chuckled at the lame dad-joke Henry had signed off with before grabbing some cereal and making his way to the sofa. As he turned on the TV, Gizmo jumped up next to Sal, nuzzling his elbow before circling up into a ball and falling into a deep sleep. "I wish I could sleep all day like you can Giz," Sal mumbled as he took another spoonful of his cereal, taking in the morning news.

Once he had finished eating his breakfast, Sal placed his bowl in the sink to wash when he returned home from school and quickly dressed himself in his usual long black shirt, red skinny jeans and blue trainers. He eyed himself in his full-length mirror hanging on the back of his door as he messily threw his blue-hair up into his signature pigtails, sighing dramatically. He grabbed his Super Gear Boy and threw it into his school bag before flinging it over his shoulder, saying goodbye to Gizmo and heading off to Nockfell High School.

As he walked through the doors of the school, Sal's eyes immediately landed on his best friend Larry who was leaning against his locker. Sal smiled to himself and hurriedly made his way over to his friend, greeting him with a wave and a happy "Hey Larry."

"Sup dude," Larry said with a smirk. "You up for some ghost huntin' after school?"

"As always," Sal nodded. He opened his locker and placed his school books in.

"Have you heard anything since we last did a hunt?" Larry asked, watching as Sal placed his books in his locker.

With a shake of his head, Sal closed his locker and turned his attention to his brown-haired friend. "Nah. It's been pretty quiet lately. It's... kinda weird."

"But nice right?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely if you've not heard anything, then the ghosts have moved on, right?"

"I suppose," Sal huffed, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder once more. "Come on. We should head to class."

Sal and Larry made their way to their first lesson of the day: maths. Sal loved maths, but now he was too focused on the prospect of ghost hunting to pay attention. Truth be told, he was starting to worry about the lack of paranormal activity back at the apartments. Each class of the day passed by so slowly, it was almost hell. Sal would occasionally catch Larry's eye and would make a gesture of a gun to his head, letting the boy know exactly how he felt in class. Lunch went by uneventfully too. Ash and Todd were absent with a sickness bug, so it was just Sal and Larry. They spent their lunch time coming up with a rough ghost hunting plan for the evening: they were going to head back to the apartments, do some homework and only then were they going to hunt some ghosts.

As the school day came to a close, both Sal and Larry couldn't get out of the building fast enough. They practically sprinted back to Addison Apartments and to the basement where Larry lived with his mother, Lisa.

"Hey boys," Lisa smiled softly as the two boys walked into the apartment.

"Hi Lisa," Sal chimed as he waved.

"You boys hungry?" She asked, chopping up some lettuce.

"I'm okay thank you Lisa," Said replied.

"I'm good thanks mum," Larry smiled. He grabbed Sal's arm and pulled him into his bedroom before closing the door behind the two of them. Larry's eyes widened when he had realised he had left his music playing quietly all day. "Oh shit. My bad," he said, turning it off and sitting on his bed.

"So homework..." Sal muttered, placing his bag on the floor and pulling out some of his books.

"I changed my mind dude," Larry rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna do homework."

"But-"

"No but's dude," Larry said. "We should just get on with the ghost hunt. I'm eager to see what you've been hiding from me. Do you have the Super Gear Boy with you?"

Sal decided not to argue with Larry about the homework situation, swiftly placing his books back inside his backpack and pulling out the Super Gear Boy. "Of course. Never go anywhere without it."

"Great," Larry grinned. "Where should we start?"

Sal thought for a moment before responding. "Top floor."

"Top, top floor?" Larry asked, confirming he meant floor five. Sal nodded in response. "Fair enough. What room first?"

"504," Sal said quickly. "I haven't seen Megan in a while. Hopefully she'll show and can answer some questions I have."

"Sounds cool," Larry said, standing up from his bed. "Shall we go?"

Sal nodded and led the way to the elevator. Larry had to semi-jog to keep up with Sal's quick pace. Once the pair entered the elevator, Larry pressed the number five and within a few seconds the pair were exiting the elevator on the fifth floor. They swiftly entered room 504 and were immediately greeted with a cold breeze floating around the dark, empty room.

Larry shivered as he held himself, looking sheepishly around the room. Sal on the other hand had the Super Gear Boy pressed against his chest. "Dude it's so cold in here," Larry chattered.

"That's a good sign," Sal mused, more-so to himself than Larry. Sal took a few steps into the room before using the Super Gear Boy and all of a sudden a ghost he had never seen before appeared.

"Hello?" Your soft voice came, filling the cold, dark room.

"Hi!" Larry squeaked, nervousness entering his voice from the fact a ghost was standing right in front of him. He had finally saw a ghost.

"Who are you guys?" You asked, motioning between the two boys.

"I'm Sal and this is my friend Larry," Sal piped up. He found his eyes trailing over your ghostly form. He couldn't help but notice how attractive you were, even for a ghost, and he felt silly even thinking about that. A slight blush spread across his face. "Who are you? I've not seen you before."

"My name is Y/N," you said softly, a ghostly hand hovering over your chest. "Have you seen my sister, Megan? I haven't seen her in such a long time."

"Megan is your sister?" Sal asked, looking around the room hoping to see the little girl, but she didn't appear. "That's why we're here actually. It's been a while since I've seen her. I was hoping to see her myself."

"Oh," you replied looking around the room.

Sal found his face heating up even more the more he looked at you. Unlike the other ghosts in the apartments, yours showed no hint as to how exactly you had died. This had Sal curious, an eyebrow raising as he continued to gaze at your form. "How did you die? If you don't mind me asking," Sal asked, regretting the words as soon as they exited his mouth.

"Suicide," you said solemnly. "After the murder of my sister, I couldn't cope with the world. I'll spare you the details of my death, but it was slow and painful."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sal whispered, looking down at his feet.

"So your sister is Megan?" Larry asked. "I've yet to meet her, but Sal has seen her in here a few times."

"You have?" You asked, voice full of hope.

Sal nodded. "Yeah, in the bathroom. Can you follow us? I'm hoping she'll come out and maybe if you're here too she'll be less shy."

"Of course," you said, a smile across your lips. Your ghostly form floated into the bathroom and Sal and Larry looked to each other before following.

When the boys entered the bathroom, Sal immediately spoke up. "Megan? Are you here?"

Nothing.

"Megan?" Sal continued. "I'm here with my friend Larry and your sister Y/N. If you're here, please come forward."

"I don't think she's here," your voice came, shaky, after a few moments of silence.

Sal sighed. "Maybe not."

"What does this mean?" Larry asked. "Has she passed on? Have they all passed on?"

"They couldn't have because Y/N is still here," Sal said, pointing at your ghost. You nodded in response. "Maybe she just feels shy, after all she hasn't met you yet Larry."

"Maybe," you pondered. "Or maybe someone is stopping her from coming forward?"

"Like who?" The two boys asked simultaneously.

"I don't know," you whispered quietly. "I-I have to go."

"Why?" Larry asked, but before he or Sal could say anything else your ghost disappeared from in front of their eyes. "Well that was..."

"Strange?" Sal finished, raising an eyebrow, Super Gear Boy clenched tightly in his fists.

"Yeah," Larry agreed.

The rest of the night was uneventful as no other ghosts made themselves known, but Sal couldn’t help but think back to you. He lay on Larry’s bed as Larry strummed on his guitar. “Don’t you think Y/N’s death was tragic?” Sal mumbled, looking at the ceiling.

“Yeah, pretty tragic,” Larry replied as he continued strumming.

“Don’t you think she was pretty cute?” Sal asked quietly.

“Cute? Dude, she’s a ghost!” Larry couldn’t help the laugh that emitting from his throat.

“I know, I know,” Sal groaned rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of how ridiculous he was being. Thinking a ghost was cute?

Larry continued to laugh at his blue-haired friend as he put his guitar down and walked over to him on the bed. “Remember dude, she’s dead. Don’t get attached.”

“I know,” Sal rolled his eyes again before sitting up. “I should probably get going home, my dad will be wondering where I am.”

“He’ll know you’re down here dude, but sure,” Larry responded, watching as Sal put his shoes on and grabbed his backpack.

“See you tomorrow man,” Sal said, waving goodbye to Larry and leaving the basement, heading back to his apartment.

That night Sal slept dreadfully as usual. His nightmares were getting worse. It was roughly half three in the morning and he found himself sneaking out of his apartment and to the elevator. The Super Gear Boy clenched tightly in his hands as he walked out of the elevator and to room 504. As he walked in, the same cold gust of air hit his face and he knew that you were around. He used the Super Gear Boy and immediately you appeared. “Hi Sal,” your voice came before you did.

“Hi Y/N,” Sal said in a hushed voice. He was somewhat ashamed to be there, even though he couldn’t be sure why. “How are you?”

“Dead,” you replied, a slight laugh leaving your lips. “How are you Sal? Can you not sleep?”

Sal shook his head, sitting down cross legged on the floor. “No, bad dreams.”

“Do you want to talk about them?” You asked, your ghostly form sitting down opposite him.

Sal shook his head again. “No thank you. I want to forget about them,” he said. “I guess that’s why I’m here.”

“To forget your bad dreams?” You asked again, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess…” Sal said, uncertain. He wasn’t sure why he was there, he just really wanted to see you again.

“How can I help?” You asked. Your hand rested, and fell through, Sal’s shoulder. You chuckled and pulled your hand away, resting it on your lap. “Sorry, I forget I’m dead sometimes, and I never have visitors.”

“It’s okay,” Sal smiled softly at you. He wished you could touch him. He gazed into your eyes and found himself getting lost in their colour. Although you were dead they still seemed to sparkle but, it might have been a trick of his mind in the dark room. “How old were you when you died?” Sal asked.

“Nineteen,” you replied. “I had my whole life ahead of me but I just couldn’t see it.”

“I’m sorry,” Sal whispered, getting himself comfortable on the hard floor. He saw tears form in your lower lash line and attempted to change the subject. “Do you ever have visitors?”

You shook your head. “Not in a long time.”

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” Sal asked. “I’ve been seeing ghosts around the apartment for a few months now but, never you.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know why, I’ve always been here.”

“Maybe we just missed each other,” Sal mused.

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile.

You and Sal sat and talked for hours, until the sun began to rise. You spoke about your life when you were alive, about your family and friends. You learned about Sal, about his life and his family and friends. You both really got to know each other within the space of a few hours. Sal yawned and rubbed his eyes as he checked his phone for the time. “Shit,” he said, eyes widening. It was almost seven in the morning. He could hear the birds chirping and see the light coming through the boarded up windows of the apartment.

You looked towards Sal’s phone and back at him. “You have to go?” You asked.

“I do,” Sal sighed, tucking his phone back into his pockets. “I have to go to school soon.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I shouldn’t have kept you up here. You should have been asleep.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Sal replied, a smile gracing his lips. “I’d much rather be up here talking to you than in my bed asleep.”

“That’s sweet Sally,” you replied as he stood up, dusting himself off.

“Will I see you again?” He asked hopefully, picking up the Super Gear Boy.

“I’m always here,” you responded.

“I’ll be back,” he said, a silent promise between the two of you. You nodded in responde and watched as Sal left the room before disappearing again.

That day in school was a disaster. Sal fell asleep in every lesson. “Sally Face what’s wrong? Still can’t sleep?” Ash asked as she sat next to Todd at the lunch table.

Sal picked at his food, eyes closing as he ignored her. “Bad dreams again?” Larry asked, nudging Sal’s side.

Sal jumped and nodded. “Yeah, but, I went to speak to Y/N last night after my nightmare.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Todd asked, taking a bite of his food.

“Sally Face’s new girlfriend,” Larry teased.

“Larry!” Sal chastised. He was glad none of his friends could see his face because he was currently redder than a tomato. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Who is she then?” Ash smirked, playing with her food.

“She’s a ghost at the apartments,” Sal explained. His heart began to race at the thought of you.

“A ghost?” Ash asked, eyes widening.

Sal just nodded, already knowing the speech she was about to give him. “Sal has a crush on a ghost,” Larry teased again.

“Larry,” Sal chastised in a more serious tone this time.

“What? It’s true!” Larry said, holding his hands up defensively.

“No it’s not,” Sal rolled his eyes and pushed his plate to the side.

“So you’re not thinking about her right now?” Larry asked raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I am, but that’s only because we’re talking about her,” Sal replied.

“Sure,” Larry smirked. “But you brought her up. Are you going to see her again?”

“I was going to head up there later this evening yeah,” Sal said, not bothering to look at Larry. He could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking and Sal did not want to see that annoying smirk right now.

“Sally…” Ash whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. Sal looked at her hand before moving his shoulder away, letting Ash’s hand fall to her side. He knew the speech was coming. “She’s a ghost…”

“I’m aware,” Sal responded as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Just… Be careful, okay?” Ash said, her eyes showed concern for her friend. All’s Sal did was just nod in response, not bothering to reply with words. Without another word, Sal stood up and left his friends heading to his next class. They just didn’t understand…

That evening after dinner, Sal got his backpack full of his school books and the Super Gear Boy before putting his shoes on. “Heading to Larry’s?” Henry asked as he washed the dinner plates.

“Uh… Yeah,” Sal lied, avoiding eye contact with his father. “I’ll be back quite late, have a lot of homework to catch up on so don’t wait up for me.”

“Alright bud, why don’t you stay over? If that’s okay with Larry.”

“Are you cool with that?” Sal asked, his eyes filling up with excitement. Henry nodded in response and Sal smiled. “Cool! I’ll be back in the morning then.”

“Have fun bud, make sure you do your homework though!” Henry called as Sal sped out of the apartment and to the elevator.

Sal hated lying to his father, he never did it, but he couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. What would he say? That he was going to the top floor to spend some time with a ghost? That would sound… Crazy. Sal made his way to room 504 and walked in, settling himself down on the floor and surrounding himself with his school books. He grabbed his Super Gear Boy and started talking into the darkness. “Y/N? Are you here?” He asked nervously.

“Back so soon Sally?” You asked with a laugh. “Oh and you brought me homework! How lovely.”

“Yeah,” he itched the back of his neck as you sat down opposite him. “How’s your day been?” Sal asked as he picked up a pencil and began scribbling down the answers to his maths homework.

“Boring,” you replied, peering over at his answers. “How about you?”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“It doesn’t sound like it was fine,” you said, a frown gracing your lips.

“Just had a bit of a disagreement with my friends,” Sal groaned thinking back to lunch.

“Oh no!” You exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Nothing really,” Sal said quickly. He wouldn’t know how to exactly describe the disagreement. What would he say? That his friends thought that he had a crush on you?

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine,” you smiled softly.

“It’s just,” Sal sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I met this girl the other day and they think I’ve developed feelings for her.”

“Have you?” You asked.

“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point,” Sal replied, not looking up from his homework. “The problem is they don’t think I can look after myself.”

“They’re just worried about you Sal,” you cooed, watching as Sal’s face contorted into one of annoyance.

“I don’t need them to worry about me,” Sal sighed. “I got this under control.”

“Then show them that you have it under control,” you whispered softly. Sal just nodded at your words, looking up at you from his homework. You really were so beautiful. He felt his heart race pick up as you stared, your eyes were soft as you smiled towards him. “We can change the subject if you’d like.”

Sal nodded, “yes please.” He thanked whatever God’s were there that you couldn’t see his face as he was blushing drastically.

“What homework are you doing?” You asked, peering over.

“Maths,” Sall replied. “Wanna help?”

You laughed. “No thank you, I had my fair share of maths when I was alive.”

“That’s fair,” Sal chuckled.

“So how long are you here for?” You asked.

“All night!” Sal said, seemingly excited. “My father thinks I’m staying at Larry’s.”

“Why aren’t you?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I uh,” Sal rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“With little old me?” You asked, feigning excitement.

Sal blushed again and nodded, scribbling his final answers on his maths homework. “You’re really fun to be around,” Sal mumbled as he put his maths homework in his bag, pulling out his English.

“You think I’m fun to be around?” You asked, chuckling lightly. “Sally Face, living people are much more fun to be around.”

“I would have to disagree with you there,” Sal replied, biting his bottom lip as he looked into your eyes. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and he suddenly felt very self conscious. What on earth was he doing?

“Well,” you mumbled looking down at your feet before looking back up at Sal. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I had any visitors, and you’re really good company Sal.”

Sal blushed again, hardly able to contain his excitement. “Really?” He asked, hope evident in his voice. Your ghost nodded.

Much like the previous night. You and Sal spent the entire night talking and laughing while occasionally helping him with his English essay. Before you even knew it, the sun was rising. You looked into Sal’s prosthetic and smiled. “I have to go now,” you whispered.

“Really?” He asked, frowning.

“I’m afraid so,” you said. “But I’m always here, even if you can’t see me.”

Sal thought for a moment. “Could you, maybe, come to my apartment?”

You shook your head. “I’m afraid I can’t Sally. Us ghosts are stuck in the place we died, otherwise I would have left this room a long time ago.”

Sal sighed. He knew it was a long shot, asking you to leave your place of death, but he had to. “I’m sorry that you have to stay here,” Sal whispered, placing his books in his bag. He yawned and groaned, the lack of sleep from the last two days catching up with him.

“Make sure you get some sleep Sally,” you smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

And with that, you were gone. Sal felt his stomach clench at your abscence, a frown fixing permanently on his face. “I miss you already Y/N,” Sal said into the empty air before turning to leave, heading back to his own apartment.

Thankfully it was a weekend, and all his homework was done, meaning asap could chill for two days before heading back into the metaphorical hell that is Nockfell High School. “Hey bud,” Henry greeted as Sal slumped into the apartment.

“Hey dad,” Sal mumbled.

“How was the sleepover?”

“Really good,” a smile spreading over his face quickly before replacing with a frown. He missed Y/N already - maybe the others were right; maybe he did have a crush on a ghost.

“Did you finish your homework?” Henry asked, taking a sip of his coffee and watching as Sal threw his bag down on the floor and remove his shoes.

“All of it,” Sal nodded. “I’m gonna head for a little nap dad, hope that’s okay?”

“Of course it is bud. Want me to wake you up?”

Sal shook his head. “No thank you, I’ll just wake up when I’m ready.” Truth be told, Sal wanted it to be nighttime already so he could head back to room 504. Maybe he would head back in the late afternoon to see if you were around. Whatever he would do, he would do after he slept. Sal walked into his bedroom after bidding a quick goodnight to his father and changed into his pyjamas. His bed was welcoming as he slumped down into it, quickly removing his prosthetic and placing it on its usual spot on the night stand. Within moments he let sleep consume him.

Sal was stood outside in a field of flowers. The sun was beating down and as he wiped some sweat from his forehead, he realised he wasn't wearing his prosthetic. Immediately, as he began to panic two arms rested on his shoulders massaging them softly. "Hi sweetheart," a voice came softly behind him.

Sal whipped his head around to see you stood there. You were wearing a beautiful yellow sun dress and holding a picnic basket, a smile on your face. You were... alive. "Y/N?" Sal asked, blinking quickly.

"Who else would it be?" You giggled, grabbing a picnic blanket out of the basket and placing it on the floor. "Sit down Sally."

"What's going on?" Sal asked to himself, mumbling as he sat down.

"I thought we could have a birthday picnic," you said, sitting down next to him. "It's not every day you turn eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Sal asked. Now he was really confused. He looked down at his body and only then did he realise he was taller. He was eighteen?

"Of course silly," you smiled, pressing your soft lips to his scarred cheeks. Sal felt his face heat up as your lips came into contact with his skin and quickly looked at you. "You're dreaming Sally," you explained suddenly. That's when it all made sense: why you were alive, how he had turned eighteen, and why he had his prosthetic off in public.

"I'm dreaming?" Sal asked. You nodded in response.

"Now, I made some cake, would you like some?" You asked, digging around inside the picnic basket before pulling out some cake. Sal stayed silent as you passed him a plate with a slice of chocolate cake. He took it from you, his hands brushing against yours as he did. Blushing, he looked up at you and into your eyes, it was only then did he notice their vibrant colour. His heart skipping a beat as you fed him his first slice of cake. You giggled and put the fork down on the plate, taking it from him and putting it to the side. "You have cake on your..." you trailed off, leaning in closer to his face. Sal was as still as a rock as you pressed your lips to his slowly, licking the chocolate sauce off of his lips. When you pulled away, you grinned at Sal. "There."

"A-All gone?" Sal stuttered. He was beyond embarrassed. Not only were you seeing his face but you had also been his first kiss.

"Maybe just one more," you whispered looking into his eyes and down at his lips before closing the gap between you once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate and Sal immediately wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. His heart was beating so rapidly in his chest he swore you could feel it as your own chest pressed against his. Your hands wrapped around his neck, finding their way into his hair tugging slightly causing Sal to let out a soft moan into your lips. "Sally," you whispered pulling away.

"Yes Y/N?" He asked breathlessly.

"I love you," you grinned.

"I love you too," Sal said quickly, chasing your lips with his own once more.

"You need to wake up Sally."

"I don't-" Sal started, but you cut him off again.

"You need to wake up," you repeated.

Sal shot up in bed, his breathing rapid as he thought back to the dream. He wiped the small beads of sweat running down his temples and looked down at his lap. "Man," Sal sighed, attempting to catch his breath. "Maybe they were right," he trailed off, reaching for his prosthetic before putting it on loosely around his face.

It was two in the afternoon and Sal found his way to Larry's basement apartment, knocking on the door. Lisa opened it, a smile on her face. "Sal!" She greeted, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you? How's your father?"

"All good Lisa," Sal replied, pulling away awkwardly from the hug. "Is Larry here?"

"Of course," she replied nodding towards her sons bedroom.

"Thanks Lisa," Sal replied, making his way to Larry's bedroom and walking in without knocking.

"Hey dude," Larry said, not looking up from the door as he continued playing his video game. "You okay?"

"You were right," Sal breathed as he shut the door behind him.

"I mean yeah. I always am. But about what?" Larry joked, pausing his game to look at his blue-haired friend.

"I had a dream about Y/N," Sal admitted, looking down at his feet.

"Oh?" Larry asked, placing his controller off to the side. "And what happened?"

"We were having a picnic for my eighteenth birthday," Sal described the dream. "And she-"

"She what?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She kissed me," Sal sighed. "I have it bad for her man."

Sal found himself tearing up slightly as Larry stood up. "So you do like her?"

"Yes!" Sal exclaimed.

Larry chuckled lightly and walked up to his friend, placing his hands on his shoulder. "This is a conundrum."

Sal paused momentarily, blinking at Larry. "How do you even know that word?" Sal joked.

"Heard it on the TV," Larry shrugged. "Don't know if I used it in the right context though."

"Hmm," Sal hummed nodding.

"So about your problem," Larry said, changing the subject. "What are you gonna do?"

Shall shrugged and shook his head, "I don't know. What can I do?"

"You could not see her," Larry suggested, but a scoff from Sal told Larry that that was never going to happen. "Okay..."

"I'll have a think on it I suppose," Sal said, sitting down on Larry's bed.

"Maybe you could just tell her, see what she says?" Larry asked.

Sal shook his head again. "Not a chance, she's nineteen remember."

"Not to mention dead," Larry mumbled. "That's the big deal of the situation." Sal and Larry continued to talk about the ways in which Sal could deal with his newfound feelings.

In the end, Sal decided on simply not doing anything. He went to visit you every day still, spending copious amounts of time around you and learning more and more about you. Even when Sal graduated Nockfell High School and left Addison Apartments with Todd, he still visited you every day. Throughout the years, Sal realised his feelings for you were growing every day and nobody living could seemingly hold a candle to you. Maybe one day he would tell you how he felt, just maybe. But for now, he had to be okay with whatever weird, ghostly friendship you had between you.

I really bloody liked this concept and just ran with it. I might do a part 2 at some point where Salconfesses his feelings to ghostly you if this does well. I hope you Sally Face lovers enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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devourers-of-god · 2 months

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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!!!

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ifangirlalot · 24 days

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

╭─────────────────────────.★..─╮ (\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ╭・🔪 𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ━O━O━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ・:。 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝! 「 ✉️ 」・:三 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╭┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╮ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: smut & fluff ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: "is that my shirt, babe?" & "are you trying to turn me on right now or are you just really oblivious?" ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎: dom!sal fisher x sub!gn!reader ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋: anonymous ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎(𝘚): unspecified parts, no penetration, thigh kissing, hand stimulation ｡˚ ⋆ ╰┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╯ ╰─..★.─────────────────────────╯

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

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

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