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girlboypersonthingy · 1 month

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crawls into ask box

hi can i request for sal fisher w a s/o who likes to trace his face scars with their fingers 😎

YES YES YES I want this so bad, I wish this were me sooooo baaadddddd 😮‍💨 thanks for all the Sally face requests I’ve been getting! I’m living for it. If you’ve requested, I’ll get to it soon. Promise ✨ enjoy~

Notes: established relationship, first time saying ‘I love you’, tons of fluff, short little drabble

TW: spit (Sal drools a lil 😚)

Sal x reader- Quality Time

After a long day of you working and Sal having class, it was finally late and quiet, finally time to unwind and spend some quality time with your darling boyfriend. You sat in his bed, playing on his gearboy to pass the time as he took a shower. Gizmo is cuddled up next to your thigh, softly purring while you play your game. As you were just getting invested in the hand held game, the door swung open and in came Sal with wet blue hair dipping onto his black over sized t-shirt, wearing just the shirt and a pair of baggy blue boxers.

“Feeling better?” You glance at him for a moment then back to the game. “Yeah, I’m tired now.” Sal replies as he rubs the excess water out of his long hair with his towel, quickly throwing it aside before climbing on the bed with you. He didn’t hesitate in laying on his back and resting his head in your lap, watching as you continue your game. Besides the intense music and sound effects coming from the gearboy, it became quiet between you two, pleasantly quiet and calm.

You were so caught up in completing the level you’re currently on that you didn’t even notice that Sal had shifted his gaze from the game in your hand to your face above him, taking time to admire it all scrunched into a focused expression. He stared up at you for what felt like hours, taking in the view of you licking your lips and raising your brows. Your face is so pretty, so soft and whole, pretty much flawless in his opinion. As a smile crept up his cheeks, it was his soft sigh of contentment that made you glance down at him. From your point of view, his bare face was upside down with his head resting in your lap and his hair all pushed back- nothing was obstructing your view of his messily scarred face.

Quickly, you found yourself locked into his gaze, staring back down at him as his smile got bigger, revealing his teeth even more through the missing flesh of his cheek. Now your own lips are spreading wider, a wave of butterflies coursing through your stomach as you blink at him. “W-what?” You ask in reference to his loving stare. Sal takes a moment to answer, softly chucking first when the sound effects of defeat come from the gearboy still in your hand.

“You’re just really cute.” He finally responds, making you toss the gearboy aside and fully focus on him. You’re smiling so big now, it’s hard to keep your eyes open enough to see him. “No, you are.” And your hands find their place on his cheeks, your thumbs gently stroking his uneven skin, making Sal’s eyes gradually close as he relaxes under your fingertips.

For what felt like hours, you stayed this way- your fingers gently tracing over every scar and every part of his face that had never healed back over. Finger tips lightly ticking his forehead, your hands softly rubbing under his chin before circling back to his cheeks, all the while both of your smiles are unchanging. “Feel good, Sally?” Sal hums in response, eyes still closed as he feels himself getting sleepy.

It was relaxing for both of you- the different textures of his skin felt so unique to your hands. His bright and shiny molars caught your attention as they peak through the gaping hole in his cheek. It was then that you noticed a bit of drool pooling on the side of his cheek where his teeth were exposed, his breathing steady and nearly silent now. He was falling asleep.

“I love you.” It leaves your mouth as a breathy confession, making Sal open his eyes, one empty socket and a dull blue eye staring up at you. His expression changes rapidly from a look of surprise and excitement to one of adoration and endearment. His brows relax, his face begins to turn pink as he shifts his gaze away. He hasn’t replied yet so you nervously open your mouth again, hands still resting on his cheeks. “Sorry, you…you’re j-just so gorgeous.”

Sal turns his head to the side fast, using one of his hands to cover his crimson face. A soft groan leaves him and he pauses before speaking. “Stoooppp.” You would stop if it wasn’t for his smile showing from beneath his large hand, you could hear the giddy smirk in his voice when he spoke. So you decide to keep the sappy romance going. Carefully, leaving him time to stop you, you pull his hand away and continue gently stoking his cheek again. Silence falls between you two for a moment before Sal turns his head so he’s looking up at you again.

“I love you too.” His eyes are closed now and he seems relaxed again, his blushing cheeks having calmed down a bit thanks to your calming touch. Leaning over him slowly, you let your eyes close as you go for a kiss. Sal opens up his eye for a second to see you leaning in and he sits up ever so slightly to meet you in the middle. Your lips slowly part against each other’s, moving in different rhythms but somehow matching up perfectly. Your hands slide from his cheeks to behind his head, fingers tangled in his wet locks as you’re holding his face up to yours. You both savor the moment, hearts starting to beat faster and faster. Seconds later, you part with a soft gasp coming from both of you.

Something about you complimenting his bare face while also touching it and telling him you love him…makes him wanna put a ring on that finger immediately. He never thought he’d find a love like you and while he isn’t totally sure what he’s doing here, he wants to be with you like this forever.

#sally face fanfic #Sally face #sally face x reader #sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sal x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sal sally face #sally face sal #sally face fanfiction #sf sal #sally fisher #sally face fluff #sally face fandom

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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.

#sally face #sally face imagine #sally face oneshots #sally face drabbles #sally face fluff #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x you #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sally face smut

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lovebeatriceplz · 22 days

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hii idk if u take requests but if u do could i ask for more larry hcs please? i adore with all my heart the previous one you made im still crying i love him so much .💔😭

( so reall😭 he's hubby material)

My Larry headcanons pt. 2

General and dating

(WOAH😍)

- He did all his piercings himself and actually did really well, they look professional.

- Loves those psychological thriller thingys, his favorite series is probably like black mirror idk.

-Pet names. Calls you sweetheart ( jokingly) and he also calls you dude (romantically).

- This is literally canon😭, but he has his hands in his pockets all the time. HORRIBLE, horrible posture. He probably suffers from back pain.

- He giggles, I'm telling you his laugh is the cutest thing ever.

- All of his paintings are centered around you. It might not be direct, or a painting of you specifically. It could have been something you said, or something reminded him of you. You're his muse.

- He really likes birds. Sings back to them if no one is watching.

- He's never disagreeable, once it's you. You could tell him to do anything and he'd do it.

- A theater kid at some point.

- That's the reason why he communicates in screams ( no just hear me out-". He screams as a response. Ask him something? He'll probably scream then answer afterwards.

- Smiles around you more because he loves when you gush over his lil tooth gap.

- What's the opposite of a picky? That's him. He'll eat anything that is provided, anything that's edible (and inedible, sometimes).

- Is up in your personal space 24/7

- He is also...a whimperer, take that however you want to (pls💀 I'm out of ideas)

#yikes #but um I'm in love with him #larry Johnson #larry johnson x you #Larry Johnson hcs #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson sf #sally face #sally face hcs #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sf #sal fisher #ashley campbell #travis phelps

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bluechronicles · 2 months

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sal fisher ⟢ dating headcanons

NOTES ✦ i haven’t actually finished the game so maybe ooc sal, but i read a lot of sal x reader. i’ll finish the game after this post, lol.

PAIRING ✦ sal fisher x gender neutral!reader

sal is the sweetest boy ever! everyone says this, but he truly is. sal fully believes communication is key, and that it’s crucial in every relationship.

he’ll never try to make you feel left out or feel outcasted or indifferent based on any features or disorders you have. he personally knows what it feels like due to his incident and prosthetic, so he tries his best. let him know by words that you appreciate his efforts greatly!

sal loves doing small things, like holding your hand. he enjoys the comfort and touch, or maybe even just getting up and getting you water. hydration is great.

all this poor boy asks for is your love after <3

i feel like sal would go into dating someone who’s already seen his face, he’s that comfortable with them. you’d probably be apart of the gang, or just a close friend of his he met during a class. and if it’s when he’s a young adult, say you were a cashier. i don’t know.

if there’s one cute aspect of sal fisher, he gets very flustered around you.

even the slightest touches still make him feel like he’s on cloud nine, making him giggle and kick his feet like a schoolgirl.

valentine’s day was almost a week ago, so let’s kick in some v-day stuff in here.

sal is a very thoughtful boyfriend, but his mind almost blanks when it comes to valentine’s day. he’s not sure at all what to do, he knows what you like, he’s not worried about that. just how’ll you’ll react. he’s thoughtful, but he overthinks.

sal decides on making a basket, filled with your favorite chocolate/candy—or your favorite snacks. a teddy bear with it holding a heart shoved in there, laced with the words “love”.

valentines day is on a good sunny wednesday, everyones holding flowers or absolutely dejected after getting rejected by their crushes. not you, though. happily standing at your locker, not even caring if sal got you something.

he’s all you need! but him showing up timidly with his small basket of things, handing it to you shyly; it made you giggle and blush, taking it and inspecting it carefully.

he would be soo happy that you like it!

now, more general stuff, sal is a great boyfriend.

maybe it’s already been established, but he’ll get you whatever you want. oh, you want those cheetos? it’s done. want that extremely overpriced water that’ll hurt sal’s wallet immediately after its purchase? he’s got it in his hands. sal would almost literally go into debt for you, he’s down bad.

#sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sally face #sally face x reader #sally face x you #sally face x y/n #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x you #x reader

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tw1l1te · 3 months

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blueberry₊˚✩⊹sal fisher x reader₊˚✩⊹

(Not edited, so please forgive men if there are grammatical/spelling errors. Random thought I came up with. Please let me know if you'd like more backstory/a continuation of this!

Sitting on top of Addison Apartments was a place to think. A place of silence except the sounds of breathing and the occasional shuffling around. You haven't been up here in a while, since the fight you and Sal had a few months ago.

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"God you're such a hypocrite. You keep telling others to take care of themselves and not isolate, but yet you don't give two shits and don't even take your own advice. Not answering your phone or leaving your apartment for over two months? Do you know how worried Ash was? How heartbroken and distant Larry became?? We thought you were fucking dead Y/n. And after all that you decide to drop by and ask 'what's up'?" Sal seethed, his tone getting more hostile by the second.

You don't think you've ever seen him so angry.

"I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean to make you all worry. That was the last thing I wanted you guys to feel. You know I don't handle my mental health well," you murmured, avoiding Sal's eyes. You could already feel the tears streaming down your face.

"Listen I get it Y/n, but you can't just cut us off like that. You made us all husks of what we used to be. Do you know how many nights I stayed up till the early morning just staring at my phone, hoping you'd at least call?? I couldn't even remember what you sounded like until today."

"Bluebe-"

"Don't call me that. You have no right calling me that after the months of heartbreak and worry you've caused us. Every time this happens, I get my hopes up in that you won't shut us out and disappear. I get disappointed every. Single. Time. You're lucky that Larry, Ash, and Todd are such forgiving people. You don't deserve them."

You mulled over his words. He was right. You didn't deserve them. All the affection and love that they gave you all for you to throw it down the drain when you got too ill. The hundreds of phone calls from Ash. The constant check-ins from Larry over the walkie-talkie, talking about stupid shit that happened that day or speaking softly about how much he missed you. Todd emailing you every few days asking how you were holding up and if you needed anything, but eventually those emails automatically went to spam. And Sal. Sal was probably the hardest to avoid.

He sat outside your apartment door for hours, talking, pleading you to let him in to talk. He brought snacks and slid them under the door, worried if you were eating enough. Playing his guitar for you through the walkie-talkie, hoping it would soothe you or cheer you up. Sliding random doodles and letters under the door so you had something to help remind you about how much they cared about you. How much he cared for you. You kept them all under the bed in a shoe box, reading over every word and cat doodle every single night.

"I can't do this again, Y/n. You've hurt me over and over and over again. Each time I expected it to end different."

He took a pause, waiting for a reaction or a word from you.

"We're done. I don't know about the others, but don't bother writing or talking to me. I can't do this anymore."

And with that, he headed downstairs, not sparing you a single glance back.

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You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rooftop door creak open.

You don't look back, hoping the person would get a hint and leave.

You hear the footsteps get closer, and stopping right beside you.

"Didn't think you came up here anymore." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Fuck. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

"I come here to think." you stated, looking out to the street and nearby houses.

"Y/n, I'm sor-" "I'm leaving." you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.

You've thought about your time in Nockfell and decided that it was time for you to move on. You couldn't be stuck in a time capsule forever. The more time had passed, the more it had started to hurt being here and see reminders of what had happened. Reminders of him.

"What?" he whispered, finally looking at you.

"I need to move on. I can't be here anymore." you stated, trying to keep your voice level.

"You were right, I can't keep leaving people in the dark and constantly worrying them. I'll keep doing that if I stay here. I need to be somewhere else, I don't know where, but I'll figure it out."

"Y/n. If this is about what I said, I'm sorry, I was in a bad state too. I was just so worried that something had happened-"

"Sal, please stop. I'm not changing my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow morning-"

"What about Ash? Larry and Todd? What about me?? I need you here. It was wrong of me to shut you out, to ignore you. I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You finally looked at him, right into his blue eyes.

His hair had gotten longer, choppier, like he'd tried to cut it himself. No longer in the pigtails you loved. Seems like you'd both changed.

"I need to go, Sal."

You walk away, not looking back because if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. You wouldn't be able to leave them. Leave Nockfell. Leave him.

"I'll see you around, Blueberry."

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#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher #enemies to lovers #sally face x you

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s3thistir3d · 3 months

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French Maid Outfit Sal ☃︎ my comms are open ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ 🡢 comm. sheet | t-o-s

#s3thistir3d #artist on tumblr #sketch #illustration #art #clip studio paint #procreate #xppen #ipad art #digital artist #fanart #digital art #sally face #sally face fanart #sal fisher #sal fisher fanart #sally face x you #sal fisher x reader

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zmbiiskullz · 3 months

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larry johnson hcs!!!

- we alllll know this man smoke a hella lot of ouid

- i feel like he'd drink but more so during holidays like christmas or new years. esp halloween

- he seems the type to wear super baggy clothes yk like nu metal inspired fashion

- ALSO he would wear a bunch of bracelets specifically a spiked cuff and prolly some friendship bracelets the group made for eachother

- he needs music 24/7 otherwise he cannot focus or do shit 😭

- honestly i see him as a good cook, especially when he's baked

- like he'll make such interesting recipes that somehow work together

- he def makes sal and his mom try, sometimes ash and todd if they come over

- when he's stressed he fosho smokes in his treehouse with music blasting and drawing in his sketchbook

- he's always laid back, he sometimes has a temper but that's only if he's stressed or if u genuinely pissed him off

- he obviously looks more like mom but i feel like he has his dad's personality, i mean his dad used to take him to concerts and i feel like his dad also taught him how to paint and draw

- he started growing out his stache in senior year of hs, one day he just got lazy to shave so he just didn't bother and he actually liked how it looked

- his plug is obviously todd's parents, he was probably curious and went to them for support😭

- after that megan incident with sal he literally was so scared to come out of his room for the night to go to the bathroom

- he was so scared he'd find a dead person's ghost chilling in the bathtub

- he def punched the curtain for the bathtub to make sure no demons or ghosts were back there

- this is his playlist for sure

anyways thats all i could think offfff

i could do sal next :3 watch out for that!!

#sally face #sally face headcanons #larry johnson #sally face hcs #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson headcanons #sf x reader #sally face x you #larry johnson x you #rex's hcs!! >.<

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kaminokatieemoved · 11 months

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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.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

Commissions are OPEN.

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!

Requests are CLOSED.

Commissions are OPEN.

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ifangirlalot · 3 months

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may i request. hard to please fem reader x sal fisher and hes willing to do anything to make her feel good

i am so so so normal ab him i swear (i am lying)

┊ ➶ 𝓈al fisherx 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖙 & 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 | afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, softdom!sal

Love Note From Zee ;;

omg me too, i'm so fucking normal about him (it's okay bae, I'm lying through my ass too) p.s: yes this is kinda short, i apologize immensely. requests closed.

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Sal had been at it for about an hour now. Alternating back and forth between using his tongue and his fingers. By this point, most men, especially the lustful ones, would be tired and would have given up by now. But Sal kept at it. He was happy he could make himself useful for you, and besides, the moisture from your body coating his damaged mouth was all the motivation he needed. He knew [Name] couldn't help that she didn't cum as quickly as other women might. That didn't mean she enjoyed it any less, just that it would take a little longer for her orgasm to hit her.

In a way, Sal almost prefered it that way. He had an oral fixation, so he loved using his mouth to nibble and lick at things, which meant he could go to town on her pussy for hours without getting tired. Killing two birds with one stone- pleasing his girl and satisfying himself at the same time. Win-win for both.

Sal's kisses trailed up her stomach, leaving behind wet, drool-y imprints behind as his hand slid back between her thighs, his fingers becoming coated with fluids as his mouth lapped at one of her nipples. [Name]'s soft moans and the way her lips parted in pleasure were enough to let him know he was on the right track.

Moving quickly, he grinned at her and pulled one of her thighs to his waist, the lush flesh there pressed flush against his hip as he dipped his face into the crook of her neck and parted her wet heat with the tip of his cock. He moved slowly, dipping in and out at a moderate pace. He needed time to adjust the pure divinity that was her warm, inner walls. If not, he would cum before she did. And he always waited until after he had brought her satisfaction, no matter how long it took.

He balanced one arm against the headboard while his other dug into her luscious thighs. His hips rolled and bucked into hers as he groaned and shuddered from the sensations.

Hour two was approaching, and he was so fucking ready to help her inch her way to an orgasm.

#💭 ۫⠀DRABBLE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚#⊹ . SMUT ۫ .#sal fisher #sal fisher smut #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x you #sally face #sally face smut #sally face x reader #sally face x you

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 23 days

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I noticed that you don't get many reqs for Sally face sooooo... getting high w/ sal?

always feel free to ignore if you're uncomfortable with writing it!

-🦇anon

Omg i love this prompt....

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Thank you so much for requesting!!

Getting high with Sal

Because you were coming over tonight, Sal wanted to try something extra special

It would just be the two of you, no dad, no Larry, no Lisa, no Gizmo

....well, maybe Gizmo

And he wants to see if you two share the same connection subconsciously that you do consciously

So he begs Larry for a joint, and Larry only gives it to him on the promise Sal tells him everything that happens

You were informed of the plan, of course

So as you take the ride up the elevator to Sal's apartment, you can't contain your excitement

Everyone else is spending the night at Lisa's apartment, so when you knock on the door, it is Sal who answers, sharing the same excitement you do

You see his eyes crinkle up in excitement as he hurriedly invites you in

The two of you sit on the couch, sharing a moment of awkward silence

"So...." You mutter

"Sooo..." He copies

"Do you think we should do it in here or in your room?" You ask, worried that you might get caught

Sal thinks for a moment, before looking over to his bedroom door "In there. Dad might come back for something and we'll at least have a chance to look innocent there"

You nod and take his hand, heading over to his bedroom together

Once you get in, he begins setting up a movie for you two to watch

You flop onto his bed, breathing in the scent left on his blankets

"What'chu sniffing my bed for? Weirdo." He teases

You flip him off in response, before sitting up and grabbing the joint off his nightstand and lighting it

You take an experimental hit, coughing at the burning in your throat

Sal laughs and takes it from you, taking a hit under his prosthetic

The smoke comes out through the eye holes, making his eyes water

It is now your turn to laugh, you lean back and tilt your head "Do you wanna take it off?"

He goes quiet for a second, then shakes his head "It's fine, I'll manage"

The rest of the night is spent taking turns with the joint, and eventually it is snuffed out and tossed to the side

You are both thoroughly zonked now, Sal is laying on your chest and you have an arm around him, drawing shapes onto his back

If you are the talkative type, Sal will listen to all you have to say quietly

And if you get quiet like him, you will sit in comfortable silence, occasionally getting up to go get snacks

Well, most of the time he's quiet

Sometimes he'll shoot up, making you look at him worriedly before mumbling something about how gravity almost took him

And you will be there to drag him back down to your chest and kiss his head, telling him that you'll protect him from gravity <3

#🦇anon #sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sally face #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x you

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vmpyria · 8 days

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— SAL FISHER X READER : psychiatrist’s office.

NSFW! p in v, fem!reader, creampie, blowjob, etc etc.

reader is basically my oc, BUT it’s all in the full pov of an x reader fic, so enjoy! i looove prison sal, he wants me so bad teheheheh, i wish i could’ve made him a bit darker, but for this one i wanted to stay with a sal interpretation that fit canon! reblogs and replies motivate me to write more!

your sessions with the mass murderer, sal fisher, are weekly — up until his trial date.

“good morning, mr. fisher.” you said calmly as he was forcefully pushed inside your office. the guards aren’t good people, their position fuels their head with power, making them all believe they were some sort of god.

you frowned as you saw the man stumble after a shove, sal’s gaze was on the floor when sat down. the guards glared down at him.

sal had been pleading not guilty, your job was to examine him mentally, to dissect his mind.

you were tasked to find out why he killed everyone.

in all of your meetings, the man explained a detailed story about his life, about the paranormal activity he came across with. you could even say you believed him, he told his stories clearly.

you asked him the same questions over and over, for him to tell you his past. even with all the repeated questions, he also repeated the same story, no faults, no missing points.

you believed him.

as your meetings progress, you began to enter the realm of..unprofessionalism.

your gaze would linger, your eyes would subtly examine his body, you would stare at his chest, then at the slight chub of his stomach that was covered by his loose inmate uniform.

this wasn’t good.

at night, you would fantasize about him, about what he would be like on top of you, under you, how he would feel between your legs —

it was bad, to the point that when your hand would slip down your pajama pants and all you could think about was him.

you have seen his face too, and for some odd reason..it attracted you more.

you were playing with fire, one wrong move and all of those years spent in university to get your degree would be down the drain.

but, fuck.

you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted him badly.

looking at the man before you, his gaze was focused on you intently.

he knew what was happening, you may think you were sly, but he’s seen your gaze travel, the way occasionally your cheeks would heat up.

you were still professional in your speech, but he knew.

he could see the way your legs crossed and the way your thighs squeezed together.

it was surprising for him. you, his psychiatrist, seemed to be fantasize about him. him? a deformed, scarred, mass murderer that everyone believed was a psycho path.

“how are you today, mr. fisher?” you asked calmly, lowering your glasses so they framed your nose, your hair was held back by a claw clip and overall you looked good, professional and pretty.

sal stared at you, his gaze focused on your pretty face.

he let out a breath, “not good.” he replied.

“whys that?” you asked with a hum, your legs crossing. you let your papers rest on your lap as you stared up at sal.

he let out a small breath, “i’m in prison.” he replied, a bit of attitude laced in his words. you stopped yourself from scoffing.

“well, you killed people, sal. of course it bounded you to end up here.” you stated, looking at him.

sal shrugged his shoulders.

you stared at him and let out a sigh, “is there anything specific bothering you? other than the fact you’re in the facility.” you asked, curious on how he’s getting along with the inmates.

sal hummed, given the fact he had committed mass murder, most of the inmates didn’t mess with him. they didn’t push him around, they didn’t fight him, or any of the sorts.

he’s heard people call him names, but that’s not unusual.

the inmates were scared of him.

though, as time ticked by, other things began to bother him.

privacy wasn’t an option in prison, he was shoved in a room with four other guys, sal keeps too himself, but given the amount of people around him constantly he couldn’t do much to relief his urges.

it’s been weeks now, and though he doesn’t complain, he desperately wants to satisfy himself.

to put it lightly, he wanted to beat his cock until his body couldn’t take it anymore.

“hm,” sal wasn’t sure what to say, honesty is what’s required in your office, but he didn’t have to air out his dirty laundry like this.

you tilted your head slightly, “mr. fisher?” you mused, “is everything alright?” you asked genuinely.

sal raised his gaze back at you and let out a breath, “how do inmates generally relief their..urges?” he asked, his voice trailing off slightly.

it was embarrassing to ask, especially given the fact you were a woman. he didn’t enjoy having to speak of such topics like that, but you where his psychiatrist — you should be able to understand, right?

you were surprised by his question, given that hasn’t been the topic of discussion you expected, but you didn’t mind.

you have learned many things by working in the prison, so you could help.

“well, most prisoners, they find satisfaction between themselves while some go to secluded places and relieve themselves there.” you explained, though your mind was going wild.

the fantasies you had about him were reflowing your brain.

this wasn’t right — this was illegal, you could get in serious trouble for this.

“..i can help you.”

your voice was quiet, you didn’t even think much about what you were going to say until you said it, the need had clouded your head for a moment.

sal stared at you, behind the prosthetic his eyes were blown wide.

what?

now it was his time to squirm, his cock beginning to harden under his orange jumpsuit. he looked down and cleared his throat, staring down at the bulge in his pants. his face was hot.

you swallowed a lump in the back of your throat before clearing it.

“my apologies, i— i wasn’t thinking. im sorry for my unprofessional behavior.” you stammered horrified by your lack of self control.

you grabbed your papers hurriedly, “how about we just continue with your session?” you said, hoping to forget about what just happened, but sal couldn’t.

his cock was hard, straining against his underwear. it was so sensitive too— it had been so long.

his hands were cuffed in front of his body, so in desperate need for relief, sal’s palm pressed against his boner.

you stared at the man, noticing what was happening.

looking around your office, you gulped.

there weren’t any cameras installed in your office, it was something to have the patients feel less paranoid and more relaxed in your office.

you had a button that was there in case of emergencies if anything where to happen.

biting your lip, you stood from your chair was walked around the corner to where he sat. hearing your heels with each step, he looked up at you.

“mr. fisher..do you want help?”

sal’s breathing got heavy behind the prosthetic, where you really going go do this?

you were looking down at him, waiting for his reply, heat pooling between your legs, coating your pretty red panties.

sal shuddered and nodded his head, his hand pressed against his bulge to find any form of friction that can help him.

“we don’t have cameras here..” you said softly, sal scooted his chair back and you slipped between his legs. you slowly sank down to your knees and your hands gripped his inner thighs as you made yourself comfortable.

sal’s legs were spread, manspreading, you looked up at him.

adjusting your glasses, your gaze fell back onto his boner, gently you moved his hand away and pursed your lips.

sal was looking down at you, now that you were so close you could notice how intense his stare is. you even noticed his pupil was large.

undoing the knot of his waist line, you slipped your hands under and shyly pulled his pants and underwear down.

sal shivered at your touch.

he moved his cuffed hands and let them rest on top of your head so they didn’t stand in the way of your actions.

he looked up and let his gaze focus on the wall in front him, he felt your fingers trace his skin, making him a quirm, then your hand wrapped around his shaft.

a groan left his lips as his head bowed down again, lidded eyes watched as you pulled his cock out.

looking up at him, your eyebrows were raised.

slowly, you leaned down and licked his tip, sal’s body shook.

you leaned your head down and pressed your tongue at the based of his cock, you held his dick up and licked from the bottom up, following the line back to his tip before your lips wrapped around the head.

a breath left sal’s lips as his head leaned back, his eyes shutting as he savored the warm, wet feeling of your mouth against his cock.

one hand held his cock at the base, while the other slipping down to fondle him.

holy fuck.

sal’s head felt like it was going to explode. he felt so good with you wrapped around him, it was killing him.

his hands gripped the back of your head and eagerly forced you to down his cock. it felt so good — he couldn’t control his actions.

your head was pushed down, his cock reaching the back of your throat while your face was pressed against his pubic bone.

you gagged, your shoulders shaking, your hands moved to grip his thighs, your nails digging into his pants. your eyes got overwhelmed with tears due to the gagging, but sal was too lost in his own little world.

he panted quietly as he fucked your mouth.

he moved your head up and down with a lot more force than you had imagined before a shaky grunt left his lips.

he kept your lips pressed against the base of his cock as he threw his head back, cum spurted out of his head, filling your mouth.

you almost choked, gagging as the cum slipped down your throat, luckily sal pulled your head back. one of his cuffed hands moving to jerk his shaft, trying to unload all of the pent up cum.

you shut your eyes as sal finished himself off on your face.

thank good for your glasses.

the man panted heavily, his body seeming a lot less tense.

he continued to grip his now softening cock as he regained himself from the fuzzy feeling in his head.

you sighed and took off your glasses, looking at the milky thick liquid that stained the glass.

wiping it off with you thumb, then rubbed the glass with the end of your shirt and then let them rest on the top of your head.

sal let out a deep breath before his hands moved to shove his cock back into his pants.

you quickly regained yourself and stood on your feet, your knees hurting from the extended time spent on them.

quickly remembering you just sucked off a mass murderer you cleared your throat and walked back to your chair. “this never happened, mr. fisher. understood?” you said, looking at sal with a firm look.

the man nodded his head and cleared his throat, “yeah—“ he stammered, his face was still flushed, but due to his prosthetic you couldn’t see.

looking up at your wrist watch, you hummed.

“see you next week, mr. fisher.”

sal couldn’t stop thinking about you, about what happened. it was infecting his thoughts with ideas that made him uncomfortably horny.

practically counting down the days until his next session, he was excited when the day rolled around and he could see your pretty face again.

“fisher!” one of the guards stood outside his cell, looking up, the guards glared down at him. “get up! you have your meeting with dr. ramirez today!” he yelled.

standing up, sal stepped over quietly and let the guards handcuff his arms in front of him.

the path to your office was one that he had engraved in his head, one female guard was walking in front of him, leading the way, while the male guard stood behind him.

after a minutes long walk, the three arrived to your office.

the female guard knocked loudly on the wooden door, hearing a voice call from inside, she opened the door.

“inmate sal fisher is here for his appointment.” she informed, opening the door wide so you could see the man standing by the side.

when you heard the knock on your office door, you had been reading up on sal’s file, again, and again, and again.

the case was so interesting to you, sal looked sane, he wasn’t showing signs of anti social personality disorder, he was polite — so why? you weren’t a skeptic, you believed his story, but a cult that is trying to take over the world? that seemed a bit too far fetched.

your outfit was professional, yet pretty.

a pencil skirt that hugged your hips, a white button down shirt, black thigh high stockings, and heels. your hair was being held back with the same claw clip you used before.

you looked good, though maybe your shirt was too tight for your chest..

“come in!” you called, still reading through the man’s archive. “yes?” you mused when the door opened, upon hearing sal’s name you looked up.

was it already time for his appointment?

adjusting your glasses, you looked up. “oh, yes. let him inside, thank you.” you said, nodding your head.

the male guard shoved sal inside the room and slammed the door shut. the automatic lock clicking.

“good afternoon, mr. fisher.” you hummed, putting your papers aside. “how are you today?” you asked, watching as the man sat down before you.

he hummed in response, “i’m okay.” you nodded, “better than last week, yes?” you asked, beginning to jot down his answers.

“mhm,” he hummed.

“well that’s good! i’m glad to hear you are doing better.” you said, clasping your hands together. “before we begin, is there..anything you would like to mention? about the prison, cellmates, how you have been feeling in the past week?” you listed off, placing your pen down and listening to him intently.

sal stared at you for a moment, his mind drifting up the last session he had with you, he remembered the way your lips pressed against his head, the way your lips wrapped around him — the way he shoved your head down.

he swore he could feel his mouth salivate and his blood swirling.

he cleared his throat, “uh,” he could easily say that his tension only heightened. the fact it was a problematic situation made him ache for you more.

he didn’t know what to say, was he supposed to ask again? to beg for you to help him again?

you sat across from him like before.

after last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. the thrill of it all had your mind in a chokehold.

at night, before bed, you would use your vibrator and pretended it was him, you would fuck yourself with it, starting off slow and steady — feeling the way the silicon would press on your walls, then you would increase your speed until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

thought you wished it was the real thing.

the crush you had on this man was wrong, very, very wrong. he killed an apartment complex filled with people, and yet you dreamed about having his cock fill you up.

how sick where you?

biting the inside of your lip, you cleared your throat.

“mr. fisher?” you asked, wondering where his mind had trailed off. he seemed to snap back to reality after hearing you call for him. “uh, what?” he said looking at you.

you squinted, “what are you thinking about?” you mused, asking for the sake of his case. in your assumption, you believed it could be related to the murders, to his past — but no.

he was thinking about when you gave him head, his thoughts filling with other ideas, how would you feel like when wrapped around him?

he paused. “oh, uh—“ he wasn’t sure what to say, you caught him off guard, now he was put on the spot

“you can be honest.” you reassure, trying to stay professional.

he squirmed in his seat, “you.” he replied, glancing away.

oh.

you thought, clearing your throat. “mr. fisher, what happened last week was an act of unprofessionalism..” you paused, “and it shouldn’t be repeated given the circumstances. i put my job at risk over what happened.” you explained, though your mind begged for another time spent with him.

sal nodded in understanding, but he wanted to beg for you to touch him again.

looking away from him, you let out a sigh, leaning back against your chair.

“but..” you began quietly, “if you make it quick, we won’t get caught.” you said, turning your head to stare at him.

sal gulped, feeling his cock twitch in his pants again.

“really?” he asked quietly, scooting his chair closer to the table.

nodding, you stood up from your chair and rounded the table, before sitting at the edge of the table. “really.” you confirmed, your hands moving to undo the buttons of your shirt.

your bra was black and lacy, holding your breasts perfectly. sal’s mouth felt dry as he watched you with widened eyes.

his gaze focused on your tits, how good they looked with your bra. you didn’t take off your shirt completely, but the buttons were completely undone.

sal’s cock was pressing tightly against his pants his hands trembled under the handcuffs.

you pulled your pencil skirt up and let him see the matching black panties. he let out a breath, “did you match on purpose?” he asked softly, staring at you intensely.

you smiled, “maybe.” you said, spreading your legs for him — inviting him in.

sal felt a shiver go down his spine, “fuck.” he whispered, “c’mon, stand up.” you hummed, “you have to be quick if you want do do this.” you reminded.

sal was at a loss for words, he stood up and stared down at you, your hands reached out and you tugged at the waistband of his pants, you didn’t pull them off, you simply lowered them to his mid thighs for easy access.

sal moved his cuffed hands down and he pulled his cock out from his underwear before staring back at you.

you slipped your lacy panties down and let them dangle from one of your legs.

sal watched as your pretty cunt was exposed, he was grateful his prosthetic was on, because he would he embarrassed if you saw the way he was flustered.

your cunt was slick, wet. you were already so wet for him.

he bit his bottom lip and his hands moved to grip your thighs, he yanked your thighs towards him so you were closer to him.

sal was standing between your legs, you looked down and watched as sal’s calloused hand gripped his shaft, his hands jerking himself for a bit before he pressed the girthy top against your entrance.

your body shook, wishing you had lube with you. sal moved his prosthetic hastily and exposed his lips before he spat down on his hand and spread his saliva and pre-cum down his shaft, coating it with faux lube.

after coating it with a hefty amount of saliva, he slipped his cock inside your glistening pussy.

a small gasp left your lips as his cock pushed your spongy walls apart, his cock had more girth than length, but it felt so good.

your head leaned back as a choked breath left your lips.

as he slipped inside a guttural groan left his lips, your slick walls stretching to accommodate his girth. hugging him snuggly.

your lips were parted as a soft sigh left your lips, you felt so full — no dildo could compare to the girth of him.

your hands gripped the table, trying to stabilize yourself.

sal’s grip on your thighs was tight, bruising almost.

after he bottomed out, he leaned his head back with a breath as he savored the heat you brought him. he swears this is the best pussy he’s ever had.

his hips pressed against yours, moving his hands up to your hips, he gripped them tight before pulling his hips back and pushing back inside.

his movement was hard, putting his weight behind the thrust.

your eyes shut as a small whine left your lips, leaning down, sal rested his body on top of yours and his hips drawled back again.

his thrusts weren’t fast, but they were hard, letting you savor the way the his cock rubbed against your walls, your legs were next to hips, dangling in the air given the fact you were at the edge of the table.

sal’s arms slipped under your back, almost as if he was hugging you, his face pressed against the crook of your neck, hiding his masked face.

you had the delight of hearing the muffled heavy breathing and the small grunts leaving his lips.

your arms moved and you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his uniform.

your moans were soft, choked, trying to stay quiet.

though your office was private, the halls weren’t. if you weren’t quiet you risked getting caught which would put you and sal in a bad situation.

sal grunted, his hands slipping down to your lower stomach.

one of his cuffed hands pressed against where your womb would be, while the other slipped between your folds.

the pressure of one of his hands pressing against your stomach combined with the feeling of your clit being pressed on made you let out a broke moan.

“shhhh,” sal reminded you, his face still nuzzled on your neck.

you bit your bottom lip and nodded your head, desperate trying to keep your composure.

sal’s finger pressed on your perked clit, slowly rubbing it gently, a heat began to spread on your lower stomach, your hips unknowingly grinding up to meet his hand.

his experience surprised you — that and the fact he wasn’t fucking you in an uncomfortably rough manner like would expect from an inmate.

your eyes shut and your eyebrows furrowed.

“s—sal—“ you gasped out, your nails still griping his uniform.

he hummed, letting you know he was listening. “feel good?” he muttered, pressing his hips against yours firmly.

you nodded your head, “yes—“ you agreed desperately.

your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him close to you. sal’s fingers rubbed slow circles on your clit, he was driving you insane.

the noises of skin slapping and the wet squelches of your cunt sucking his cock back in were present under the moans and whines that left your lips.

sal’s head was fuzzy again, he hadn’t been able to fuck someone in what felt like forever now, so this felt like a godsend.

the way your walls hugged his cock was too good, spongey and warm.

as he angled his hips, his thrusts increased a bit of speed, with the angle he was able to press against a gummy part inside you.

he felt as your back arched and your grip tightened — but before you could cry out in pleasure his he pulled back and moved his hands to cover your mouth forcefully.

he was hyper aware on the fact they were walking on thin ice, and he couldn’t risk getting caught and putting your job in jeopardy.

you stared up a sal with lidded eyes, your eyebrows furrowing upwards and your eyes blinking slowly as they

sal’s cock was still buried deep inside you, he stared down at you, his blue eyes seeming to shine under the light. he let out a breath and then pulled back again and shoved his cock inside you again. you let out a muffled whine and slipped your hand down to your clit, you toyed with your nub hastily as your legs shook in anticipation.

sal’s body was hot, his skin was coated with a thin layer of sweat, his cock was tense and heavy.

he wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to wait for you.

luckily, it didn’t take long as your fingers toyed with your clit, your hips rolling up to meet his thrusts, after feeling your walls flutter around his shaft, he knew you were close.

his hands stayed covering your mouth when you came.

your back arched and your legs trembled, your hips rolled up, riding out your orgasm.

sal was grateful you came quickly, because he couldn’t keep edging himself any longer.

in a hazy moment he leaned back down, moving his hands from your mouth so he could land his final few thrusts properly.

he put his weight behind his thrusts, his body pressing against yours as his hips slammed against yours.

when he came, a muffled groan left his lips.

your eyes were practically rolled back, a shaky sigh leaving your lips when you felt sal pump his cum inside you. he coated your walls with his thick, milky cum before letting his body rest on top of you.

his face moved down to nuzzle your chest, you were the closest thing he’s had to comfort in so long, he just wanted to cherish it — just a bit more.

you let him rest on your chest, your arms moving to wrap around him, you held him firmly. hugging him.

sal nuzzled against you and sighed, he let his eyes slip shut for a moment before your fingers tangled themselves in his blue locks.

“i don’t think you’re a murderer, sal.” you whispered.

sal’s eyes opened, “you’re the only one.” he replied, pulling away from your touch, he slipped his softening cock out of your cunt and hastily stuffed it back in his pants.

you sat up on the table and started to re-button your shirt, “all i’m saying is the truth, doctor.” he added, looking at you through his prosthetic.

you slipped off the table and readjusted your panties before fixing your skirt.

“i know.” you nodded, fixing your hair too.

he looked at you, “go to the apartments..the treehouse. you’ll see.” he said before plopping back down on his chair.

adjusting your glasses you let out a hum.

“i’ll see you next week, mr. fisher.”

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 month

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request for sal fisher x reader!! so idea one, coffee shop au, sal works at reader's fave coffee shop and they fall in lovee. or second ideaa reader is popular cheerleader who developes a crush on sal.

YEESSSSSSS FINALLYYYYYYY MY FIRST SALLY FACE REQUEST! I’m stoked rn 😆 I’m so in love with Sal, it’s not normal ✨ I’m obsessed with the barista x regular, daily customer trope, fuck yeah! Too cute! Enjoy~

TW: none really, just very fluffy and silly

Notes: Posted recently about how I wanted to write more fics where reader has a stutter bc I have a stutter so reader stutters in this fic 🥹 ah my heart is so full. Also, trying to write out how I stutter is very difficult…

UPDATE: part 2 is in the works!

Sal x reader- Coffee Shop AU ☕️💙

Coffee is a must. Coffee is a necessity. You just can’t function without it. So, of course that’s your first stop of the day every morning before you get started with your day. It’s worth getting up 30 minutes earlier just to sit and enjoy some caffeine and maybe a little snack while listening to music, checking emails, staring out the window, same old same old. It was a very repetitive start to your day…and you’re not sure if you like that or not. It is kind of nice to have a set routine every day and know what to expect each morning but…it’s quickly growing old. Maybe you should change up your drink order? Maybe sit in a different spot? Maybe both? We’ll see.

As you open the double doors of the coffee shop and step inside, warm air rushes up to you as does the smell of coffee, sweet syrups and savory pastries. Normally, you walk straight up to the counter, knowing exactly what you want. Depending on who takes your order, they even sometimes know your usual drink and know you by name. But today, you’re gonna change it up, remember? So let’s take a look at the drink menu, let’s look at the other food options too.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Morning! Just give me sec. I’ll be right with you.” A familiar voice calls out to you, a worker who you interact with often. He was nice, patient and polite. “Okay!” You stood up at the register now, patiently waiting as you tried to recite your new order in your head, making sure you get it all out correctly. Your phone buzzes, catching your attention for a split second. You glance down to check your notifications just as you hear that same familiar voice call out, “Sal! Sorry, dude. I’m trying to fix this faucet. Can you get that customer-“ And before the barista could continue, a deeper voice interrupted. “Yeah, I gotchu. No worries.”

As soon as this new barista was face to face with you, all thoughts of coffee went out the window. Wow. Geez. This is a lot to take in at once. His voice is…so nice. He’s got really cool hair. Is he…wearing a mask? Your eyes fell to his hands, his big hands with nails painted a deep blue color. Then you looked back to his face. His mask? His…face???

“Uh…you ready to order?” He speaks up, making you nearly gasp. “Y-yes, I’m sorry. Uh…can I get the w-….“ Just breathe. “Sorry, the w-w-“ The long pauses between your stuttering make him reach up and touch his cheek before softly mumbling, “It’s okay. It’s a prosthetic…if that’s what’s tripping you up.” He gestures to his face and now you’re blushing furiously, mostly because you’re embarrassed and a bit ashamed for staring but also holy shit, his voice is so nice.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I’m-m-“ And your confidence is slipping away every second you stand here, pathetically crumbling apart in front of this amazingly overwhelming stranger.

“Are you n-new?” You’re almost shouting now, unable to control your nerves. He nods, his blue hair shifting along with his movements. “I thought so. I mean, you’re doing great! I’ve just never seen you…before.” You notice his eyes squint, making you smile a bit. “Yeah, just started a couple days ago. I worked at a few different coffee shops before this so I kinda know the ropes. But, yeah this place is cool.” You nod along, nervously tapping your fingers on the counter. “Do you…usually work mornings?” You inquire, knowing that’s when you usually visit the shop. “Uh-huh” He nods again, leaning against the counter that separates you two. “Cool. Cool. Cool. Awesome. Then I’ll be seeing you often. I come in the m-m…early.” The way you cope with being stuck on a word, just using a synonym that is easier to say, earns a soft laugh from him, making your knees buckle under you because what a fucking cutie he is. Face or no face, doesn’t matter because everything else about him is so charming.

“So, uh…your order?” He pushes off the counter and looks at the computer screen in front of him, waiting for your response. You end up ordering your usual, excluding the food. You’re just too shaken up, too nervous, too excited to focus. Whatever. “And your name?” He finally looks back to you, and now you’re noticing his eyes. He’s got one bright blue eye and one that’s a more grayed out blue color.

“(Y/N).” You finally utter your name, watching as he writes it on your cup. “Cool. I’ll have it right up over there for you.” He points at the other end of the counter before walking off with your cup. Now, normally you’d go sit at the table in the corner near the big window but today, you just had to sit closer to where all the action took place. You were so intrigued by him, what a strange boy, not like anyone you’ve ever met before. You didn’t even know his name. Damn, you should’ve got his name…

“(Y/N)!” The same boy clouding up your mind calls out your name as he sets a cup down on the counter, staying in his spot as you shakily approach him. As you grab your cup, your eyes frantically search his shirt and apron for a name tag but there wasn’t one. “Have a good one.” As he turns, you panic and just blurt it out. “Whats your name?” And now your voice has him spinning on his heels, his hands quickly get shoved into his apron pockets. “Sal. Some people call me Sally.” And all you can do is stare again.

Sal. That’s nice~

“Thanks, Sal. I’ll see you tomorrow then, maybe?” “Yeah, same time, same place.” They eye contact lingers for just a moment and now it feels nearly impossible not to squeeze the cup in your hand and crush it completely, he’s just really getting to you right now. “Okay, cool. Have a good one.” As your voice begins to crack and betray you even further, you turn and book it out of there.

What a nice change in pace, though. Finally, something new, something different, something to look forward to. Someone to look forward to.

The next morning, you can’t wait to see him again. You want to know more about him, you need to hear his voice some more and, you must confess, you’re just dying to know more about his prosthetic and what’s underneath. Not that you’d ever rush him or pressure him into telling or showing you. But maybe you could casually mention it, test the waters…

“Morning, Sal!” You shout as you enter, heading right up to your new favorite morning person who’s already standing at the register waiting for you. “Good morning. The usual? Or are you switching it up today?” You could tell he was smiling under the prosthetic just by the way he spoke. “The usual, please.” He gets to work writing on the cup then suddenly turns away with it. “H-hey, wait! You didn’t charge me-“ “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, it’s on me today.”

You’re a bit taken aback. “What? Why?” You ask with a small smile, watching as he shrugs. “You’re just really nice to me. I appreciate it.” And he’s off to work on your drink before the conversation can continue. You’re gonna have to literally cover your face with your hands to hide your sappy, goofy, love struck expression from him.

You sit at a table close to the bar where Sal is currently grinding up fresh espresso. Everything about him is so nice to look at- the way his arms move and flex as he works, the way he carefully tips his head to the side and wipes it against his sleeve to remove any sweat, the way he focuses as he pours your drink right to the top of the cup.

Soon after, he leans across the counter to set your drink down, his eyes watching as you saunter up quickly. “Thanks, Sal.” Is all you have the courage to say right now but Sal is starting to feel the connection too. He wants to know more about you too, wants to know why you seem so shy and flustered around him, why you’re so nice and polite to him when so many other customers treat him like a freak.

“Can I…sit with you for a bit? I’m about to go on a break.” Sal’s smiling so big under his mask at the stunned expression you’re wearing right now. “Of course! Sure!” Sal follows behind you as you walk to your usual table in the corner, slowly removing his apron. You both sit quietly for a moment.

“So, are m-most the customer not very nice to you? I mean, you said I’m nice to you but I figured I was just being as decent as most people.” Your voice has him stiffening up in his seat. “Yeah, I guess most people don’t take too kindly to blue haired, masked guys who are in charge of making their food and drinks.” “I thought it was a prosthetic?” “It is.” “Right.”

A short period of silence again. “So…what happened? If you don’t mind me asking.” He figured that question was coming soon but he didn’t think it would be this soon. Sal strangely feels comfortable with you though, like he’s known you for much longer than a day so he decides to take a chance on you, see how you respond.

“I was attacked by a dog. Well, that’s the easy version of the story.” With a nod and a consoling smile, you think it’s best to leave it at that and change the topic but Sal just keeps going. “I was uh…I actually…” But the words won’t come out, he can’t bring himself to say it. How does one casually mention they were shot in the face?

“Hey, I’m sorry I asked. Let’s just forget it.” A reassuring smile graces your lips as you watch him look down at his own lap. “I think more people have actually seen my face than heard the story of what happened to it.” “That’s okay. I won’t ask again, promise. And…I’m sorry about whatever you had to go through.”

Your sweet words of reassurance and comfort send his heart into an abnormal rhythm as his mouth suddenly goes dry. Why are you so fucking nice? He can’t handle how sweet and kind and nice and considerate and adorable you are. He’s like 99% sure you’re just really really nice but not into him romantically, and he’s 110% sure you’re waayyyy out of his league. He might as well give up now.

Most mornings, you saw Sal at work, sometimes you didn’t. The more you two interact, the more relaxed you find yourself becoming around him. But even then, you can’t help but feel like maybe you are just romanticizing these interactions. Sure, he’s nice but he’s at work, he kinda has to be. Yeah, he talks to you for a bit at the register but that’s kinda part of the job. Maybe you’re in over your head.

Regardless, you enter the store once again, smiling uncontrollably when you catch a glimpse of his blue hair as he rushes behind the counter. As the bell of the front door chimes, Sal’s head pops up as he looks over. “Morning, (Y/N). How are you?” He continues emptying the trash can in front of him as he looks back and forth between you and the task at hand. “I’m good. How are you, Sally?” A deep sigh leaves him as he lifts the crammed trash bag out of the bin. “Busy. Short staffed. Ready to go home.” All you can offer him is a pouty bottom lip and a hum of sympathy as you near the register. “Aww. I’m sorry. I’ll make it easy for you, okay? I’ll take my usual, here’s the cash for whenever you’re ready and keep the change. Take your time, too! I’m in no rush.” You slide your money across the counter towards him.

And at that, you go to your usual spot in the corner near the window, staring outside as you daydream. Not too long later, you’re startled by Sal setting your drink on the table in front of you. “Oh! Thank you. That was nice, you didn’t have to bring it all the way over here.” You look up at him and notice a change in his body language- he can be hard to read due to his deadpan prosthetic so you’ve learned to examine his body language and tone of voice as indicators of his mood. He’s not looking at you, instead looking out the window past you, he looks like he’s more closed in on himself, more unsure of himself. Weird…

“You okay, Sal-“ “I’m going on break! See ya later.” He zips off to the break room before you can get another word in. Geez, maybe he’s just having a really bad day. Maybe he just wants to be left alone. So, you decide to cut your stay short and get going. As you stand and reach out for your cup, you notice he had brought you a napkin too. Being the good person you are, you reach to grab it and take it to the trash but then you notice…Oh god…oh. my. god. No way. He wrote his NUMBER ON THE NAPKIN AND HOLY SHIT YOU MIGHT COLLAPSE DIE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW.

You can’t help but glance up and towards the break room where Sal had just run off to, seeing him and his other coworker both peeking around the corner to see your reaction. With cheeks as red as pomegranate and a smile so big it hurts, you exaggeratedly stuff the napkin in your pocket before giving him a wave. “See you tomorrow, Sally~”

Don’t worry, as you walk out of the shop and start giggling wildly with your heart beating a million miles an hour, Sal is sliding down the wall in the break room as he clenches his shirt in his hand, literal heart eyes for you right now.

You haven’t even seen his face but you accepted his number? Shiiitttt…he’s got it baddddd for you.

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