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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Confession || Sal Fisher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Otay," Soda babbled.

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

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

"Of course!" Soda chimed.

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

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

You nodded, "really good, as always."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sal nodded, "sure."

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing!" He exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah Sal?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think so?" He smiled widely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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salfishersbxtch · 11 months

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how you met.

warnings: none.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"and why not?" he asked.

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

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

“my mental health?” you replied questioning my.

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

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

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

commissions are open.

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devourers-of-god · 2 months

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Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

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kaldurahms-lover · 10 months

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Hello, can I request Sal fisher x gn!reader, maybe a one shot about Sal showing y/n his face for the first time

AGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WJSHSJHS

Pairing: Sal Fisher x Reader

Warnings: use of y/n, fluff, sal's face oops, i kinda fucked up the different tenses but i cannot be bothered to fix it, very minor swearing, not proofread.

Word Count: 773

A/N: takes place when Sal and the reader would be around 17 and have known each other for like two years

Sal knew he had to let y/n see his face at some point. They were the closest friend he had. (Larry doesn't count, Larry's family.) He knew in the back of his mind that it made no sense for the person he's closest to to be the last one in their friend group to see him without the prosthetic, hell, even Neil had seen him (i know in canon only his dad, larry, ash, and dr. enon have seen him. ssssshhh). He had no clue why he hadn't shown them besides his romantic feelings for them, they would never judge him. So when he heard them telling Todd how they felt like he didn't trust them...

"I just don't understand. It's his decision and I don't want him to show me if he isn't comfortable with it. But thats what hurts, is that he isn't comfortable with it. I love Sal, he's my best friend and I would do anything for him, I just can't help but feel like he doesn't trust me. And I know I sound terrible, being upset that someone I care about isn't ready to unpack their trauma with me, but I can't help it."

He knew something had to change.

Y/n was over within minutes, making the quick trip up from apartment 304. Sal ushered them into his room quickly, wanting to do this before his dad got home. They were obviously very confused, sitting down on his bed and asking if everything was okay.

"Do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

Y/n was taken aback by his blunt question. "Sal, what?"

"I heard you talking to Todd, y/n."

"Oh. Sal, I'm not upset with you, I didn't mean anything by it–"

He cut them off. "I know. I'm gonna ask again, do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

y/n gulped. "Sometimes I feel like maybe you don't. But who you take your prosthetic off around his completely your choice, I don't want you to do it just because you heard me say something to Todd, I want you to do it because you trust me and want me to see you."

"Thats the thing! I don't know why I don't want you to see me. You're my best friend, and I fucking love you, and you should've seen me years ago."

Y/n sighed. "It's okay. I promise it's okay."

Sal doesn't say anything, he just unclips his mask. Before Y/n can even realize what's happening, Sal's hand is the only thing holding his prosthetic against his face. He lowers it slowly, freely presenting his face, every scar, every bit of missing skin, the way it's now much more obvious that one of his eyes is also a prosthetic. His eyes are down, not wanting to see their reaction despite willingly removing his armor.

"Sal..."

"I know. It's not pretty."

y/n put their hands up and moved their head back as if offended. "Not at all what i was going to say. You're so pretty. In a very unconventional way... but theres nothing wrong with how you look. Can i..." Their hands reach out to cup his face, but they keep their distance until they have permission.

He nods and suddenly they're holding him so gently, as if they're afraid he might break under their touch. And as they softly caress his scarred skin, Sal melts. In fact, he gets so lost in the moment that it takes him a moment to realize they're talking to him.

"Sal? You still with me here?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah I'm just... processing. No one's ever really had anything nice to say about me taking this off. I mean they've never had a huge problem but they haven't... they haven't reacted like this."

"Can I kiss you?" The question is sudden, purely formed from y/n thinking out loud. It takes everything in them react at how shocked Sal looks.

"What?"

"i'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or mess up us being friends–"

"No no no, y/n. Yes. Please. For the love of all things good, please."

"Really?"

"Really."

That was all the confirmation y/n needed before their lips were connected. It was awkward, considering the scar tissue and the fact that it was very obviously Sal's first kiss, but it was sweet. When they pulled back, y/n rested their forehead against Sal's.

They smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

"This what you expected when you asked me to come over?"

"Hoped? Maybe. Expected? Never."

"Learn to expect this every time I come over now."

#x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sally face

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hellfirenacht · 7 months

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Writing Masterlist

Master list for my writing and request information below

Request Info

Isekai Chronicles: OPEN (see rules)

WON'T write: shy!reader, popular!reader, cheerleader!reader breeding kink, parent!Eddie or parent!reader, pregnancy

WILL write: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut, fluff, angst

***Requests are subject to approval and aren't guaranteed.

Stranger Things (Eddie/Reader)

SERIES

Isekai Chronicles: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix.

Wing Man: (AO3) Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)

Dress Code: (AO3) It’s too damn hot to be wearing your Hellfire Club shirt, unfortunately the rest of the club disagrees. One Shot. Reader x Eddie if you squint (Part 2)

Upside Down to Inside Out: (AO3) It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins. (1 2)

C'More, It's Just One Night: (AO3) (Two-Shot) After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans.

ONE SHOTS

Clean: (AO3) After the battle in the Upside Down, you and Eddie try and get clean. SMUT

Candygram: (AO3) It's Valentine's Day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a candygram.

Water Balloons: (AO3) You and Eddie agree that you aren't interested in having kids.

Meet Me At 4:20: (AO3) It’s hard to be the new kid in a small town during senior year, and there’s only one person you actually want to be friends with. So you do the only logical thing, and set up a drug deal.

MISC. HCs

Corroded Coffin Friendship Bracelets Trend HCs

Being in Hellfire Club HCs

HIATUS

Players Wanted Master List: A series of one-shots about various Readers asking to join Hellfire Club (HIATUS)

Plus One: (AO3) (HIATUS) Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1 2 HIATUS)

Sally Face (Sal Fisher/Reader)

Can't Be Unseen: (AO3) Flirting is fun, but flirting with Sal Fisher is the most fun of all.

Beetlejuice The Musical (Beetlejuice/Reader)

The Convention Fic: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now you’re finally going to meet him in person. Shitpost AU got Wild (Discontinued)

#nacht fic #masterlist #nacht post #nacht face #nacht ask #nacht poll #coming soon to vhs

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you did Sally Face, and you hadn't gotten a request for it yet.

So if you can, how about a Sal fisher x Male reader that's into studying witchcraft and the paranormal?

You can decide if this would be a drabble, one-shot, etc..

A/n: say less anon leave this to me🫡

Little Dark Age

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft

kinda goes from headcanons to a little one-shot !!

warnings?: mentions of witchcraft and the paranormal,

!-!more under the cut!-!

—Honestly you being into witchcraft and all things spooky is probably how you met Sal.

—He'd definitely be intrigued, and would probably ask you for help in finding out the secrets of Addison Apartments

—You both click instantly, with his curiosity of the paranormal and your knowledge of it, you both fit hand in hand.

—He asks you a lot of questions regarding the paranormal and that's how he found out you're also into witchcraft.

—He makes jokes about potions and hexes and is actually shocked when you tell him that those are real, though they're not as drastic as people think. He quickly get's over his shock and quickly finds it super cool that you know about all of this stuff.

—He tells you about Megan and you suggest having a Séance in the room her ghost resides in to make it easier for him to communicate with her. It's now a regular thing you both do, sometimes you're able to contact her and other times you're not, either way Sal is still pretty impressed with your skill.

—You guys tried to get Larry to join you both for a Séance once but he freaked out after just stepping foot in the fifth floor, like he just refuses.

—The entire gang calling you a witch whenever they're talking about you

—Todd corrected them all once, calling you a wizard and not a witch since you're male and now it's the only thing Larry calls you. At least Sal still uses your name sometimes but Larry seems to have taken a vow to never say it again.

—After gaining a bit more trust in your relationship Sal would tell you about the shadow ghost he'd been seeing around, asking for help to contact it or seeing if you know more about it.

—You freak out when he tells you about it though he can tell you're trying to hide it. You give him a Hazar necklace (one of those blue-eye amulets) and tell him you'll place a protection spell on him while you look into his shadow entity.

—He now wears that amulet religiously and practically never takes it off.

—He's asked you to try and contact Larry's dad the way you do with Megan but you don't follow through with it since you're not sure how Larry would feel about it.

—When he first meets Ash he stupidly asks you to make a love potion for him. You tell him you won't do it because it can be dangerous and you're jealous, and he's a bit sad but understands nonetheless.

—I ran out of ideas so here's a one-shot about the scenario above

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"Come on Y/n please! Just this once," Sal begged you as he stood in your living room, hoping that this time your answer would change, however it didn't. "No." "I'll never ask you for anything ever again! I swear! Come on man..use your wizard powers and whip something up for me!" "For the last time Sal, I am not making you a "love potion" for some stupid girl." You crossed your arms, a pout resting on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. "Ash isn't stupid, she's-" Sal sighed in a lovesick way and you rolled your eyes. "Making a love potion can be dangerous, they tend to backfire, you know?" You drew Sal's attention back to you, staring into the holes of his mask where you could just barely make out his blue eyes. It took him a minute, but slowly he nodded, a sigh that you could barely make out escaped his lips and you chuckled.

"You could just confess to her you know?" You mentally cursed yourself out for suggesting such a thing. Even though a part of you wanted to help your dear friend with his girl problems another part of you wanted said girl out of his life completely. Luckily, Sal quickly shut down the idea, "No way man, it was hard enough for me to just become friends with her." You shook your head, biting back a teasing grin as you stared at Sal, "well sorry I can't exactly help you here. If you need me to summon the dead I'm all ears but you and your girl problems can go." You pointed towards the door with a quirk of you eyebrow and you barely saw Sal roll his eyes as he turned to leave with a huff. "Thanks for nothing Y/n, see ya." "Yeah yeah, see ya Sally Face." You sighed, hearing the door close behind, walking over to lock it back. You stared at the wooden frame as your mind wandered to the conversation that took place moments prior. A love potion...would it be hypocritical if you,,,- no! You quickly shook those thoughts from your head, scolding yourself as you walked to your room. Using a love spell on Sally would be ridiculous, not to mention the dangers you just warned Sal himself about. You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your hands as gay thoughts of you and one of your best friends flooded your mind. You can see why Sal felt hopeless enough to ask for a love potion in moments like these, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth at how hypocritical you sounded. 'Just confess to her' you said, as if you yourself don't tremble at the thought of doing the same thing. 'Maybe one day I'll tell him', you think, knowing in your heart that it's probably not true.

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( i hope my limited knowledge on witchcraft and the paranormal was enough)

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 6 months

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Sal Fisher (Sally Face) x GN!Reader fic with fluff + angst (+ maybe a little yandere?) where Reader is Sal’s cellmate after he gets arrested?

Maybe with Reader trying to get him to open up + talk about why he’s here, what his life was like before, why he wears the mask, etc.

Feel free to do whatever you like with this request and have a nice day :)

—❢ー

×A/N×

Hi! Thank you for the request (I actually really appreciate it bc you guys the only reason why I go up and writing on tumblr! Lol Y'know, I can be a very lazy person...)!

I wrote this one-shot a little bit different than your request. Like he's not a yandere (or at least he doesn't show anything of the signs, but it has fluff, angst and other things. If you want, I can write you just for some Yandere! Sal Fisher :D

But only if you want it-)

I had fun with it while I wrote it, I hope you will enjoy too! ^^

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, angst, mention of Larry's death, mention of suicide, cursing, the reader is gender neutral, no proofread •-•, and I think that's all-

Fandom: Sally Face

Character(s): Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson (mentioned), Todd Morrison (mentioned), The Reader|You|(Y/N)

Ship(s): Sal Fisher x Reader

Type: One-shot

—❢—

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭

(Sal Fisher x reader)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Bound 2 by Kanye West

“Bond to fall in love... ♡”

[Credit to the original artist!]

You almost fell as a strong guard firmly throwed you into the cell. They treated you like you were a wild animal.

" Asshole " you thought with an angry look on your face. You didn't want to say out loud, instead you gave to the guard a murderous look. But it seemed like he didn't care about it. He just walked away, letting you alone with your celmate. You looked at the stranger. He looked back at you.

"Hi!" you said with a friendly smile on your face. He reacted nothing. After that he continued what he was doing before: Sitting all alone on the bed and quietly looking down.

You felt awkard and maybe a little nervous. You weren't scared, you were far from that, he just had this feeling around himself what is made you feel weirdly comfortable. You stepped closer cautiously.

"I like your prosthetic!" He looked up at you, but still, he didn't show any reactions. But actually, he was really surprised that you knew this, and he didn't have to explain that it's not a mask. The prosthetic didn't show it, but his lips were apart from each other just a little, because of the surprise. He was still staring you, but no words left his mouth. It looked like he isn't a chatty person. Well, that's fine to you, if he doesn't want to talk, then you won't make him uncomfortable with it.

You walked to the other bed and sit down on it. It was awkardly silent in the cell. "Thanks." the stranger said it quietly. Deeply, you were surprised about he can talk, but you didn't show any of this. "Why are you locked in?" You invisibly facepalmed yourself. You just met a person in prison around 5 minutes ago, why are you asking personal questions already?

The prosthetic hid his voice very well, but you could still heard as he let out a sigh. "Because I saved people." he said without looking at you. You curiously, but still slowly sat down next to him.

"What from did you save them?" you tried to figure out his expressions, but you couldn't see anything.

"From the infestation of Red-Eyes." You looked at him with a confused look, but you didn't ask. "I couldn't save everyone, unfortunately. My best friend, Larry was one of the victims. After he didn't answer the phone, I started panicking and when I found him... All I could see that his body is hung down on a rope. I still remember how his lifeless eyes looking into mines. He was like a brother to me."

You could figure out of his tone that he really missed his friend. You put your hands on your mouth. He must feel terrible. He lost everything.

"I'm sorry" You spoke softly, not to scare him away. "I didn't know that you suffered this much." you said quietly with a sympathetic and understanding tone.

"I think Todd is suffering more, than me." he answered. He looked up at you and took some time with analyzing your face. You smiled back at him softly. You gently placed on his cold hand yours. He looked down at your hands and up at your face again. He squeezed your hands a bit.

He looked into your eyes. You didn't speak, but somehow you told him that it's okay and he can trust in you.

"You know (Y/N), I don't know how or why, but I feel like I can trust you." You gave him a kind smile, not thinking about how or from where he knows your name.

#sally face #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #larry johnson #todd morrison #ashley campbell #x reader #sally face x reader

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ryverbind · 6 months

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Faceless Fixation (Sal Fisher): Twitterpated Brat [17]

TW/// smut!!! :D

Ash throws a cold, soggy fry into her mouth, stumbling around with her arm linked through Larry's. The two look like they're about to start line-dancing through Caesar's Palace. They kick their legs up with each step, giggling about nothing and everything all at the same time.

And that leaves Todd, Sal, and me to scramble around and try to cover their tracks.

Between the two of them, Larry and Ash managed to kill all three dozen jello shots. When you slap those on top of the giant daiquiris they both drank earlier, and then the screwdrivers they grabbed somewhere on the way back to the hotel-- they're pretty sloshed.

"Let's take the stairs," Ash gasps, squeezing Larry's toned arm. She points up at the spiral staircase that she and I climbed just two days ago.

"This is why I love you," Larry whispers, leaning toward the woman with his best, award-winning smile. In reality, he looks deeply pained... but he's trying, I guess. "You have the best ideas," he praises, booping Ash's nose with his index finger.

Ash scrunches her nose and closes her eyes, pushing her face closer to emo buff daddy.

"Yea," Sal says nonchalantly from beside me. I glance over at him-- his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his black cargo pants, cerulean gaze focused on our mutual friends milling about in front of us. "So that's what we're not gonna do," he continues, shifting his stance and tilting his head. "It's time to head up to our room."

For once, I'm inclined to agree with him. Have pigs started flying? Did Sal miraculously become a nice person in some alternate universe? The world is spinning off its axis.

Ash turns her head over her shoulder, her hair slapping Larry in the face. She's wearing a pretty pout, eyebrows furrowed and lips puckered in disappointment. "But I want to go gamble and walk around. Larry wants to, too. Right, Lar?"

When she looks back at Larry, he's too busy pulling strands of Ash's hair out of his mouth to even realize he's been brought into the conversation.

Sal and Todd simultaneously sigh.

"Do they... do this often?" I ask no one in particular, staring at the pair that start bickering. It's kind of wholesome, actually. Ash is fussing at Larry for not moving out of the way when her hair swung around and Larry's just telling her about how pretty and soft each little strand is.

Todd casts me a glance. "Every time we go out somewhere. Every single time." He bites into his cheek, turning his attention back to Larry and Ash to keep an eye on them. "Sal and I have to parent them. We're just lucky that they somehow have some common sense packed into their brains even when they're drunk."

"Larry is even more of an issue when he has alcohol in his system though," Sal murmurs, adding on to Todd's overview of drunk nights with The Faces. "His actions are already questionable when he's sober, but when he's drunk, there's nothing holding him back."

Yea, I watched him decimate the entirety of today's photoshoot so I have no doubt that he's capable of some pretty bad things when the consequences don't matter.

Wincing, I nod subtly. Maybe letting Ash and Larry wander around, even with the three of us watching them, isn't such a great idea. This wouldn't be a good look for them online, especially if they would end up getting involved in some risky (cough, illegal) business.

"Hey, Larry," Ash whispers loudly. "Do you still have weed? Or like... something better?"

"Hell yea, I do!" Larry chirps back to the beauty, squeezing her arm closer to him. "We're in Vegas, baby, it's time to live it up!"

I dip my head down, pursing my lips. Todd flinches and Sal jumps into action, walking up to the two and grabbing their arms. It's definitely time to bring them up to the room. "Hey," Sal snaps, but ultimately lowers his voice after checking to see if anyone was watching us. "Let's not do this right now. Come on, you two can do whatever the fuck you want in our room, but not here."

Watching Sal take on the authoritative role for Ash and Larry is... something. He's obviously worried for them, trying to keep their reputations intact. He's handling them with care too, tactfully gaining their attention with physical touch. Keeping eye contact while he talks to them. He really must do this often.

We somehow manage to convince Ash and Larry to get into the elevators. I think what really got them to comply was our promise to let them be once we finally get to the suite. Right now, they're planning this slumber party. Where they're going to do it-- I have no idea. But Todd and I are carrying everyone's leftover food and clothes. Sal has a good grip on both of our drunk friends, his pale fingertips digging into their skin.

Poor little Sally Face does not seem impressed.

I don't really have an opinion on the current matter. Ash and Larry just want to have fun, but I can also understand why its stressful for Sal and Todd. Having to take care of them when they can't do it themselves. They're the designated dads. Not drivers-- dads.

Our ride up to the suite doesn't take too long and we don't run into many people, thankfully. I guess since it's evening, everyone's either in bed or getting lit in the casinos. No issue there. Makes things much easier for us.

By the time we burst through the doors of our suite, Ash has tears running down her face and Larry's a giggly-gaggly mess. They're on two opposite ends of the drunk spectrum. Ash is reminiscing on her past and Larry's just vibing.

I let out a quiet groan when I finally put the bags of leftover food and clothing down on the dining table. Todd's right next to me, pulling boxes from the plastic bags.

"Help Sally," he says, opening one of the boxes to see what's inside. "I've got this."

"Are you sure?" I ask, brows furrowing as I take a hesitant step away. Putting me and Sal together with a task to complete isn't exactly the best idea to exist.

Todd just hums, focused on his job. Okay then, that's fine. I'll just help Ash get ready for bed and Sal can take Larry to their room. It's not like I have to be stuck with the sexual bane of my existence.

Still, as I walk over to where Sal has corralled our friends into one section of the couch, I feel this nauseating sense of destruction slowly climbing up my spine. It's like a knife in the back, utter betrayal. It's a bit humorous given that I'm the one with the own knife to my back. I chose this.

Had I just never created this online persona, Sal and I never would have become this. The topic of y/n would have died with that one Youtube video. Nothing would have come of it-- I would be back in LA going to work and paying bills like I always have.

I don't think I regret making this decision, I just think I should have gone about this differently. Of course, I don't regret it-- just the thought of getting a second alone with Sal fills me with a kind of giddiness I've never experienced. But the fact that I'm still stuck arguing with this man constantly makes it all seem... not so worth it sometimes.

Ash suddenly looks up at me with her watery green eyes and I find that my depressing internal monologue is replaced with mind-numbing love almost instantly.

Things with Sal are weird and they kind of suck, but this was worth it. If I didn't start streaming, Ash and I would have gone much longer without seeing each other. And she's someone that will always be worth any struggle of mine.

"I don't feel good," Ash mumbles to me, her words slurred and her arms wrapped around her tummy.

I gulp. Okay, so that's not too good. I should have expected it too.

I grab onto Ash's wrists carefully. "I know, honey," I tell her softly, looking into those forest green eyes of hers. She's on the brink of tears. "Look, let's go to the bathroom. We'll sit in there for a while until you feel better." I try to keep my voice as light and comforting as possible. Feeling sick while you're drunk alters the mood so quickly and it sucks. All the freedom and happiness gets replaced by shackling anxiety and fear in a moment's notice.

"No," Ash yanks her hands away from me and curls in on herself. I glance at Sal who's watching the ordeal, sitting between Ash and his step-brother with his hand on Larry's back, trying to get him to sit up. And poor Larry looks like he's just about to fall asleep right here. "I don't want to throw up. I really don't wanna," Ash speaks again, pulling my attention away from our one-man audience.

I frown at my friend. Poor thing, I know that fear.

Instead of trying to force her to stand up, I scoot in beside Sal. It's not ideal, but I don't really care. If he has a problem with my thighs squished against his, which I doubt he does, he can just move.

I wrap my arm around Ash and pull her into my side. Her head plops onto my shoulder, a soft whimper leaving her lips the moment we touch. "I didn't say anything about throwing up, sweetheart," I coo, setting my head on top of hers. I run my hand over her hair, gently threading my fingers through her slightly tangled hair. "We can just go sit in there until you feel better. And if you do end up feeling so bad that you have to use the bathroom, we'll already be there. You can take a shower if you want."

She's quiet for a moment. I sit there, staring ahead at Todd who's opening his laptop on the dining table. At the same time, Sal sighs softly and uses his hip to forcefully push himself away from me and closer to Larry. It takes quite a lot to not roll my eyes.

One second he wants to fuck me, or something akin to that, and the next moment I'm carrying the bubonic plague, measles, and various other diseases. This guy needs to pick a struggle and go with it.

I feel Ash's head move up and down against my shoulder, so I glance down at her and frown at her quivering bottom lip. Sweet thing. I know she's just drunk, but seeing her so upset and feeling sick really pulls at my heartstrings.

"C'mon then," I murmur, rubbing my hand over her back before slowly standing up. Ash struggles to follow me, so I grab onto her elbows and shoulder most of her weight with a grunt.

With her tall stature, the force of her falling into me makes me stumble a bit. I blink through my struggle and keep a good grip on her, looking up at her as she purses her lips and wraps her arms around my shoulders. Okay, she's up. Now we just have to take the short walk to the restroom.

I tilt my head back down, making quick eye contact with Sal. He's bearing dead eyes and that forever numb-projecting prosthetic. But our gazes turn opposite ways in a moments notice. Not like I really care to begin with. I'm more worried about Ash than anything else.

Ash drags her feet to the bathroom, her arms latched around my neck as she voices unintelligible pleas to help her feel better. I feel like my heart is about to snap in two. It's hard to remind myself that she's okay when she seems so miserable like this.

After a couple seconds, I gently kick the bathroom door open and flick on the light. My eyes squint against the sudden brightness, but I still lead Ash into the room and shut the door behind us.

Sighing, I help lower Ash to the floor. Her legs are spread out in front of her and her pretty head is leaned against the wall behind her. "I feel so icky, Vi," she mumbles, the words slurred as they tumble from her lips.

I shrug halfheartedly. "At least 'Vi' is a default now," I whisper to myself. I'd have been fucked hours ago if she hadn't been calling me Vi all this time. "I know you feel yucky, love," I tell her, my voice a little louder for her to hear. I squat down in front of her, running a finger over her forehead to push a strand of hair away from her face.

Ash's vibrant green eyes open to glance over my face quickly, then they close again as a soft, pained moan falls from her pale lips. In fact, her entire face is a bit paler than it was moments ago.

I chew on the inside of my cheek. She needs to be closer to the toilet.

I gently grab onto her dainty hand and pull her over to the toilet, squatting beside her again. "Tell me if you feel sick, Ash," I say, pushing her hair behind her ears again. "You might feel better if you get it out."

She groans again, but her arms grab onto the back of the toilet almost instinctually. "I know, but it sucks so much," Ash admits.

I pinch my lips together, smiling tightly at her. "Trust me, I know," I reply, moving to stand behind her. I can't do much for her right now. She can't take any medicine with alcohol still in her system and I don't want to leave her to get a bottle of water. I'd hate to not be here for her if she does get sick. So I do the only thing I can do and gather her hair into my hands. I pull a ponytail from my wrist with the intention of wrapping it around her hair, but she cuts me off.

"Play with my hair," Ash whispers, head lolling to the side.

I smile a bit at that and let the band fall onto my wrist again. So Ash and I sit in silence while I run my fingers through her hair. I braid it, then undo it, twist it around my hands, then braid it again. It's a back and forth motion in loud quietude. But only for a few minutes.

The bathroom door flies open, the wood hitting the wall with a deja vu-like thunk. I can almost hear my dad running through the house to check out what happened in my memories.

Mine and Ash's heads both snap to observe whatever the hell is happening, but all I get to see is a blur of blue and brown. I hear the squeaking of quick footsteps, and then "Bathtub, bathtub, tub!"

My eyebrows scrunch together as I assess the situation. Not Larry too...

I swivel my head around like an owl to look at the tub just in time to watch Larry drunkenly dive into it like it's some kind of pool. Then the sickening sound of vomiting follows immediately after.

I suck in a breath, turning my gaze up to Sal. He's leaning over the ledge of the bathtub, his hands holding Larry's long hair away from his face.

"Oh, fuck," Ash groans, her voice shaky. My attention leaves Sal quickly upon hearing the inconspicuous alert she gives me. I gather her hair in my hands again and rub her back as she mimics Larry.

It's a mess and it sucks for all four of us.

After a couple minutes of what feels like a never-ending rendition of The Exorcist-style vomiting, but in double, both Larry and Ash are finally in the hard relaxation phase of their drunkenness. And hopefully it'll stay this way.

I sigh to myself, feeling relieved now that the worst part of this is over.

Ash is moaning and groaning about how gross she feels, and about how her teeth feel like fresh cement. Sal just leapt to his feet and bolted out of the bathroom, likely to get something for Larry.

"Here," I murmur to my friend, helping her to her feet. My hands are gently pushing on her arms, giving her some leverage to stand. She and I stumble over to the counter in the bathroom and I start looking for necessities. Because, oh, Ash, I understand. "What color is your toothbrush?" I ask her.

"Purple," she sighs. "For VioletViolence."

I blink, my gaze cutting to my friend who smiles gently. I can't help the smile that grows on my face either, or the way my cheeks warm up a bit.

"You're so silly," I giggle, opening up a drawer where... apparently all members of The Faces keep their toothbrushes? I just pack mine up in my suitcase every night. I guess they feel like family.

But I find the purple toothbrush pretty easily. It's glittery and a deep, dark purple. Just my style, in fact.

I put a bit of toothpaste onto the bristles, wet it (because what psychopath doesn't wet the toothbrush before brushing?) and then turn to my friend. "Open up," I chirp. "I'm playing dentist today."

Ash frowns at me. "But I hate the dentist," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what if I throw up on you?"

"Then I'll take a shower," I reply with a tilt of my head, trying to ease her worries. She seems to think of everything while drunk. Who stresses when they're drunk?-- well, Ash does, apparently.

At that moment, Sal walks into the bathroom again. He has a frantic, exhausted look in his bright blue eyes when they meet mine. For a moment, I'm wondering why he's even acknowledging me, but then he holds out a hand, gesturing to me. I narrow my eyes then look down, noting the bottle of cold water in his grip.

"For Ash," he says quietly, pushing the bottle closer to me.

"Oh." I snap myself out of my confused state and take the bottle from him, nodding. "Thanks."

I get nothing in response, but I expected as much. Sal simply turns his head back to poor Larry who's sitting on the edge of the bathtub and rushes over to give him some water.

The bathroom actually smells horrid, but I power through just like the other three people in the room are doing. Sal's getting Larry ready for bed and I'm doing the same with Ash. Both of us silently and simultaneously prep our friends for a good night's sleep. Hopefully. Even though I know they're both going to wake up with the worst case of acid reflux known to man-- headaches and body aches too. But they'll be fine.

It doesn't take me long to brush Ash's teeth. The time consuming part was trying to stop her from biting down on the toothbrush-- and my fingers.

At long last, which is only five minutes later, I rinse Ash's toothbrush and hand her the bottle of water that Sal so graciously brought.

"I'm going to go grab some clothes for you, 'kay?" I inform Ash, putting her toothbrush back into the drawer near the sink. I help move her over to sit on the floor so Larry can brush his teeth or use some mouthwash-- I don't know. Something.

Ash sleepily grumbles in acknowledgement of my statement. I'll just take that as an 'okay.'

I grab onto the doorknob with the intention of slipping out then quickly slipping back in, but Sal calls to me.

I pause, turning my head over my shoulder to look at him. He's holding Larry up with one arm and digging in the same drawer I just returned Ash's toothbrush to with the other. He glances up at me, hair falling into his eyes and forming a halo around his forever expressionless prosthetic. "Can you get Larry some clothes too?" He asks, looking down at the drawer again. "He's sleeping farthest from the door. Stay away from my shit," he tacks on.

I roll my eyes. Typical Sal behavior. But I reply with a quick, "Sure." It's not about Sal and I fighting right now, it's about making sure that our mutual friends are safe and comfortable.

My heart beats a little faster when I slip out of the bathroom and quickly grab a change of clothes for Ash in our shared room. She already had her pajamas laid out and ready to go, so I didn't even have to go looking. But walking to Sal and Larry's room puts me on edge. Something about being in a place that Sal would never even allow me to get a glimpse of in any other situation is both invigorating and terrifying. Imagine I still pick the wrong bed by accident? Suppose I knock over his guitar or something? These are high stakes.

I swallow the anxiety building in my belly and throw open the bedroom door, trying to keep my eyes downcast as I walk to the bed occupying the far end of the spacious room. Todd must have gone to bed by now, that or he's doing work in his room. He wasn't in the dining room when I passed it. Somehow, that makes being in here feel criminal.

If I snooped, no one would know.

But I'm not a fucking idiot, so that's not even on my bucket list of things to do in Vegas. I'm already on Sal's shit-list. I don't want him to put me even higher on it-- though, maybe working my way up that list might make for a good hate-fuck or something...

A side-tracked mind results in borrowed time. And my borrowed time is probably going to end up with Sal murdering me in my sleep if I take any longer.

I still can't help but look up though. Just to see something. To keep my knowledge of this room a secret forever.

My eyes glaze over the entirety of the room as I reach Larry's bed. The mattress itself is cleared, but all of his clothes are thrown on top of his suitcase that's hiding beside his bed. My guess is that Sal told him to clean up the place and this was Larry's definition of "clean."

I sink to my knees and dig under Larry's pile of clothes. There's a couple pairs of shirts and shorts still folded way at the bottom of his suitcase, so I grab those and then pinch the waistband of a pair of boxers between my index and thumb. I have no idea if they're clean and I have no desire to find out if they're dirty.

I fold the clothes under my arm then acknowledge the room once more. It's pasty white, as are the beds. But I pay closer attention to Sal's side of the room for... reasons.

There's a glass of water on his bedside table. I have no idea what it's there for. Maybe he gets thirsty at night. But there's also a guitar case leaning up against his bed. His suitcase rests neatly on top of the white comforter on his bed, all his clothes folded to perfection and stacked inside. He's so much more organized than Larry. In fact, he'd have been better off rooming with Todd.

It's so... normal. And I didn't think his belongings would be normal. I didn't think his room would look so domestic. I half-expected to find a blue wig hanging off the bed post, or taxidermy animals, or furniture made from skin-- inspired by Ed Gein, of course.

But he's normal. Hell, he seems more normal to me right now than Larry given the different states of each half of this room.

I swallow down the odd feeling of having different results than I'd originally expected. It's not saddening, it's just... weird.

My time here is done though, so I quickly skitter out of the bedroom, shut the door behind me, and speed-walk back to the bathroom.

When I walk in, I happen upon another thing I didn't originally expect to see tonight. Or ever, for that matter.

Sal's standing on the toilet seat, all focus and dedication as he carefully brushes Larry's teeth for him. Much like I did for Ash earlier. I don't even know how to react upon seeing the scenario because Larry's even holding onto Sal's waist. It makes me want to laugh my ass off, but it's also kinda cute. Seeing them work together and not caring about how others perceive it is just sweet. But it's still fucking hilarious.

My eyes tear up a bit as I try to hold in the laughter bubbling up my throat. For God's sake, I need to get out of here before I lose it.

I put Larry's clothes onto the bathroom counter then drag Ash into a standing position. "Larry's clothes are near the sink," I say, my voice wavering as I try to bite down the giggle that so desperately wants to be released.

Sal answers me with a nonchalant, emotionless, "'kay."

I puff out my cheeks as I help Ash over to her room, biting my lips to hold in my little giggles. But once I finally get us both inside and shut the door, I let the giggles flow. Not like anyone but Ash can hear me anyway.

"What are you laughing at?" Ash asks, her words drawn out and so, so soft. I lift her shirt over her head and push her arms through the new shirt I'd grabbed for her. "Do I look ugly?"

"No, no. You're gorgeous, as always," I quickly say, grabbing onto the collar of the shirt and pulling down until her head pops through the hole. Her hair is a static-y mess and splattered across her face. "I'm just laughing at the position I found Sally and Larry in earlier." I use a finger to brush strands of hair out of her face, then I run my fingers through it to tame the frizz.

"Oh, yea," Ash opens her watery, sleepy viridian eyes. "I saw that. Sal wanted Larry to sit for him but Lar said something about not wanting to hurt the bacteria living on his skin." Ash squints her eyes in obvious confusion, then closes them again.

Larry is so ridiculous. He's just like Ash-- worrying about things that don't need to be worried about. Come on, body bacteria?

I just shake my head, smiling at my sweet Ashy-poo while she unfastens the button on her cargo pants before shimmying her way out of them. They get stuck around her ankles, so I kneel down and gently pull them off of her.

But then she drops her panties without even an ounce of a warning to me.

I spin on my heels and purse my lips. I take it she's got the rest of this on her own.

I let Ash do her thing, tapping my feet against the ground and acting like this isn't my room too. Just puts me in an odd position knowing that Ash is just... yea.

With the way I'm standing, arms crossed and posted up awkwardly, I feel like a guard. Or a princess's personal knight. Damn, I actually wish I was the princess to that dark knight from earlier.

Oh, no. Now Larry's gotten the Batman reference stuck in my head forever.

Speaking of Larry, he and Sal are suddenly in the doorway and Ash is still getting dressed behind me-- crap.

I rush up to the two men and slap my hands over their eyes. Not that it matters much considering that Sal is wearing a prosthetic and Larry's so tall that his head almost hits the top of the door frame.

"What the fuck?" Sal gripes, grabbing onto my wrist and yanking it off of his face.

He glares at me, eyes so incredibly close that I can see all the different shades of blue populating his irises. I'm momentarily distracted, which ends up sucking because Sal's eyes snap to Ash.

They widen, meeting my own eyes again. And then he does the last thing I'd ever expect-- which seems to be my motto tonight. He grabs my hand and slaps it back over his eyes.

I take a breath, trying to calm the panic that's wreaking havoc on my body.

"What the hell are you two doing in here?" I snap at the boys, blinking at their stone-still figures. Sal and I are shoulder-to-shoulder, but since my arm is raised, it's more like chest-to-chest. And the same goes for Larry, but that somehow doesn't matter as much.

Sal huffs. "Larry wants to sleep with Ash tonight. It's.. it's their drunk thing," he grumbles, though his voice is a tad shaky which suggests that he might be nervous with a little spoonful of shocked.

"Okay, well, drunk ritual or not," I say pointedly. "You could've knocked."

"Fuck off," Sal bites out, but his rebuttal is weak. He knows he can't fight this, and he knows he's in the wrong either way.

I turn my head over my shoulder to see if Ash is done changing. She finally has underwear on-- thank God-- but she's struggling with her sweats now.

Not like these guys haven't seen Ash in panties before, I suppose.

I rush over to my pretty friend and help her as best as I can by grabbing the waistband of her sweatpants. She bounces on her toes, trying to work the fabric up her legs. And I almost giggle when I realize the boys haven't moved farther into the room. Poor Sal must still be recovering.

Once Ash finally has her pants on, I guide her to the bed and pull the blankets back, helping her to flop onto the clean sheets.

"Take my pants off," she whines, scrunching her face up as she rubs her legs all over the mattress, stretching her arms over her head.

Sighing, I place my hands on my hips and stare down at her. Sal has finally walked over to the side of the bed that I sleep on, trying to help Larry get under the blankets as well. "Larry can help you out of your sweatpants, I just got you into them," I tell Ash, watching as she sticks out her bottom lip in an adorable pout.

"Well then get in bed, I'm tired," she murmurs a bit more, rolling over to throw an arm and a leg around Larry. And Larry, in turn, wraps an arm around her waist and buries his face into her neck. It's quite cute. I can't help but smile at the sweet embrace.

"There's no room for me, lovebug," I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. Get some rest, okay? I'll see you in the morning."

Before I leave. And then not for another long period of time which hurts so, so bad. I gulp down those words before they can leave my mouth though. I don't want to make Ash feel bad for anything. She had fun tonight-- we all did.

"But how will I make it through the night without you?" Ash asks, starting to stir a bit. Larry looks so comfy, I don't want either of them to interrupt their positions or their sleep.

"The same way you always have, honey," I say solemnly, leaning over to run my hand over her hair. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. You're a strong, brave girl."

"Yea." She yawns, settling in beside Larry again. "You're right. I'm strong and brave."

"Vi, just sleep in my bed. Don't rot on Sal's smoking couch," Larry slurs, his voice muffled from Ash's shoulder.

"Fuck no," Sal instantly bites out. I glance to him, noting his arms that are crossed over his chest and the disdain in his eyes that are shadowed by the darkness of the room.

For once, I can agree. I absolutely will not sleep in the same room as Sal. That's the very last place I want to be on my final day in Las Vegas. The smurf would slit my throat.

"No, that's okay, Lar." I wave him off even though he can't see it. I'd much rather take the couch, especially since I suddenly feel like crying. I have to leave everyone tomorrow. No matter how many nights I've slept wrapped up in Ash's limbs and no matter how long I've gotten to hang around Larry and Todd, it still just doesn't feel like anywhere near long enough. And tomorrow, I'll be back in LA. Back to where I was before. To where we all were before. Distanced and displaced.

"Vi, don't fight me," Larry sighs, squeezing the fabric of Ash's shirt in his fist. "It is my dying wish for you to sleep in my bed. And don't let Sal scare you off either. He couldn't harm a fly, let alone a pretty girl like you."

Pretty girl. That's what Sal called me earlier. Maybe he stole that line from Larry.

I lick my dry lips and swallow down the lump in my throat. I'll appease him with agreement and take the couch anyway. It's not like he'll remember telling me to sleep in his bed anyway. But I just need to be away from the things that make me want to cry. Sal makes me want to do multiple things, so I'll just attach him to that list anyway.

"Fine, fine." I push the words past trembling lips, trying to ignore the way that the weight I've been ignoring for the past couple hours is suddenly starting to crash down on me.

"You guys fucking suck," Sal hisses, uncrossing his arms and moving to the door. And even though he's voicing his opposition, he hasn't fought against the plan for me to occupy Larry's bed. He's just... going with it. If anything, it seems like he's complaining just to keep up appearances. There's just no bite to his words.

Weird. But whatever.

I roll my eyes at Sal to try and ignore my own concerns about his behavior. I was sad a moment ago, I don't want to circle back to confused. Or maybe I do? I don't even know anymore. I think I'm officially starting to go crazy.

"Um," I voice, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I look down at my two cuddling friends. "Thanks for the bed, Lar. And don't hesitate to call if you need anything. Both of you."

"Yep," Ash mumbles, followed by Larry who says, "Night."

Well, that's that. And I can't hold off the awkward moment where Sal and I are going to walk out of this room together.

I turn on my heel, keeping my head down as I walk over to where Sal's at. But he's already swung the door open and stepped out, making his way into the dining room.

I close the door softly behind me, making sure to switch off the light right before it's fully closed. I guess it's time to move to the couch. I'd really appreciate Larry's pillows and blanket now, come to think of it. I'm basically a kitten stranded in a tundra-- I can't sleep in this place without a blanket.

Aware that I might get my head bitten off, I awkwardly walk over to the dining room and peek around the wall, eyeing Sal who grabs another bottle of water from the fridge, but this time it's for him.

He turns to walk to his room, no doubt, but finds me standing there watching him. Which only makes me feel even creepier than I did a moment ago. I should've just said something, but he's constantly so hot and cold. I'm walking on eggshells here.

"Would you, um," I purse my lips, trying to think of a way to put my thoughts into word form. "Could you bring Larry's blanket and one of his pillows to me? I'm just going to sleep on the couch." I try to keep my voice as even as possible. I don't want him to know that my thoughts are taking over every inch of me like a never-ending typhoon. That I feel so out of control right now with no way to organize my emotions.

His eyes go from wary to disbelieving. "Don't be weird about it," he says, a tad aggravated. "Just take his bed. I don't care."

"You really think I'm just going to sleep in the same room as you?" I ask him, quite seriously in fact. He must know how much I don't trust him.

He seems to raise an eyebrow beneath his prosthetic as he tightens his hold on the bottle in his hands. The plastic crinkles, the sound echoing through the large room. Disrupting the quiet. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you. The most you'll get is fucked, like I said I'd do earlier."

My immediate reaction is a tongue-in-cheek, wide-eyed stare in his direction. He was serious about that earlier? Even after I pelted him with paintballs? Or is this his way of getting back at me for covering him in paint? Hell, neither of us have gotten a chance to change out of the tactical gear we left the shoot in.

At least I have the clothes I originally wore sitting on the dining table. I can change into those later.

I take a deep breath and hold onto it for a moment. Sal watches me, waiting for a response. In truth, this is the kind of distraction I need right now. To ignore all the guilt and sadness building up in me. Fuck the pain away, I guess.

"Okay," I say, attempting to sound more sure of myself rather than bashful and fucking shy. Of all things. I sucked him off earlier. He's had his fingers in my pussy. I couldn't be more sure about disappearing into his room with him-- but something just makes me feel... "Lead the way."

He doesn't say a word. Simply walks past me and into the hallway, heading for the door to his room at the end of the hallway. So I follow him, tiptoeing behind him and keeping my distance because I'm still wary. For all I know, he could open that door and then slam it shut in my face.

Very Sal of him. I wouldn't be surprised.

But when we do make it to the room (and we get there way too quickly), Sal opens the door and he leaves it open, allowing me to walk in behind him.

He looks at me for a moment, watches me come to a stop a few steps away from him.

And just when I'm beginning to rethink my decision of coming in here with him, the air in the room suddenly shifts. The situation I'm in feels primal now, like I'm being hunted. And again, I'm shocked by how quickly Sal's able to diffuse an awkward situation. He hasn't even said a word, hasn't even touched me. All he's done is tilt his head down a bit and change his stance-- the action so small that I hardly even noticed it.

He walks past me, so close that his shoulder brushes against mine as he aims for the door. A chill erupts along my spine and images and ideas of all the other places he could touch me take over my brain like a disease.

Sal slowly shuts the door, the lock falling into place with a soft click. Everything feels tense. He's standing there, I'm standing here. I know he's going to walk over here and dominate me to pieces soon. I'm so enthralled in the idea alone that I don't know what to do with myself. All of the pain I felt just moments ago is gone. Disappeared into thin air.

And I couldn't be happier.

He turns to me after locking the door, but never moves. Only stares. His blue eyes seem dim in the bright room, the ceiling lights reflecting off of his white and pink prosthetic. One veiny, ring-clad hand, decorated with bracelets, rests at his side while the other is safely tucked away inside his pocket. His stance isn't rigid, but it's on guard. It's waiting for a singular move from me to set this plan into motion.

The air condition blows a few strands of his cerulean hair, making him bring a hand up to push it away from his eyes. But other than that, he just stares my way.

I stare back, fidgeting with my fingers and lightly tapping my foot against the ground. Maybe Sally changed his mind all of a sudden. Maybe he doesn't want to do anything with me; he may just want to go to bed. And that's perfectly fine, I mean, I'm leaving in a few hours now anyway. It's uncharacteristic of him to change his mind when it comes to anything sexual, but who knows. He may have lost interest.

Sal's head tilts to the side a bit. "Are you just going to stand there?" He asks, voice coated in a mixture of agitation and hidden expectations. "Are we going to continue where we left off or are we going to go to bed hating each other as always?"

I purse my lips, picking at my fingernails. "Even if we continue, we'll still go to bed hating each other." I look off to the side, a little miffed over his words. We can't stand each other, even if all we crave lately is each other.

"Might as well have some fun before the hate then, right?" Sal says matter-of-factly, seemingly waiting for my consent. "I remember saying something about scaring your fantasies away, after all."

Adrenaline fills up every inch of my body. It happens so quickly, so viscerally. The only thing I can do is squeeze my thighs together and chew on my lip. Otherwise, I'd probably do something weird and ruin this entire moment. "Show me what you've got then. Because I still don't believe you," I say, my voice low and on the quiet side.

Sal takes that as his cue and closes the distance between us. I assume he'll start off like he did last night, but he takes me by surprise instead.

He grabs me by the nape of my neck, sneering to himself. His strong hands force me to turn around and then he slams me into the vanity against the wall, his painted nails digging into my skin.

I hiss when my chest and face press into the dark oak surface beneath me. I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch my lips together, trying to stay quiet. There was so much in that one little push— so much dominance, anger, even satisfaction. On the other hand, my mask is pinching into the side of my face. It even lifted up to uncover the tip of my nose. I move my hands to hold onto the edge of the vanity, using one to quickly fix my mask.

My heart screams in my chest. He can't see me. Could he have seen me? And he couldn't recognize me just by the tip of my nose, right?

Sal leans over me. His warmth envelops me so quickly and I suck in a breath, shivering when his hair brushes along my jaw. One of his hands is still clutching the back of my neck and the other comes down harshly against my ass. I flinch at the contact, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth to contain whatever filthy sound that was about to be released.

Things have taken a dark turn and I'm here for it.

"You keep testing me. Every single day. Can't you shut up for once?" he hisses into my ear while his lower half presses into me from behind. More specifically, his thick cock against my ass. The only thing separating our skin is our cargo pants that are covered in neon paint splotches.

He presses down on my neck, pushing my face into the cold wood. "You think you're all special and pampered because I went easy on you last night, don't you?" He harshly says, grip tightening. "You haven't seen even a fraction of what I'm capable of. And I'm not sure you're ready either."

I snort. He doesn't know a single thing about me. This is what I want— I want to be scared. I want to be hurt. Doesn't he realize?

"And honestly, I don't give a fuck whether you're prepared or not. You're walking into my world now." His voice is an aggressive whisper in my ear, making goosebumps rise along my skin. His hand moves from my neck to grab at my hair, right against my scalp. He gives a tight yank, causing me to tilt my head up and arch my back to relieve some of the pain.

My mouth falls open as I stare at him through the mirror before me. He's hovering over me with the most devilish look in his pretty blue eyes. His hand in my hair, the other resting on my butt. He looks like he has perfect control over the situation.

"Do you wish to proceed?" He asks, this time more seriously, taking a second to focus on consent before continuing.

"Not if you talk like that, Todd Morrison," I rasp out, grinning mischievously at his reflection.

His eyes narrow in response. "I'm serious, Vi," he growls out.

My own eyes roll in response while butterflies kick up in my belly. "Fine," I murmur. "Yes, I want to do this." The words tumble from my lips so effortlessly. It was so hard for me last night, even just a few moments ago, but seeing our position fills me with anticipation. I can't pass up such an offer when he already has me bent over a piece of furniture. This is a dream come true.

Sal hums, the vibration transferring from his chest into my entire body, making some unknown exhilaration soar to life within me. I grip onto the edges of the vanity, trying to hold myself together. But the truth is that I'm falling apart in his hands. The world around me is absolutely nothing-- I have no worries, no thoughts so long as he continues to touch me.

He drags his fingers from my scalp to the end of my hair and wraps it around his fist before shoving my face back into the wood. Thankfully, this time he's a bit gentler so I can adjust my mask by simply moving my face against the wood. "Give me a safe word," he commands hoarsely, palm running up my ass to the top of my pants.

I let out a breath, finding it hard to get in a good dose of oxygen at the moment. His touch is so rough, but nowhere near enough at the same time. I want to feel him everywhere. I want him underneath my skin-- something. Anything more than just this little bit he's giving me.

"Safe word?" My heart skips a beat. "So we're getting really slutty then."

"I won't say it again," Sal warns, absolutely done with my antics. "Don't test me. I'll fuck the brat right out of you."

His words make a shiver crawl up my spine. Yum, how fun.

I shut my eyes again and release another shaky breath. "Okay, uh," I trail off, taking a moment to ponder. Coming up with safe words is always so hard, especially when I'm put on the spot. Naturally, my first thought is to make it something that only he and I will understand. We don't have many memories, but we've done some dirty stuff, so we do have a couple things in common. I think he's hot and hopefully the same goes for him.

"Time's ticking," Sal says, voice monotonous but much deeper than it was seconds ago. Patience wearing thin.

The only thing that comes to mind is the argument that Larry and Sal had the day I got to Caesar's Palace. And then an image of Sal and Larry dressed as deer follow the memory.

"Twitterpated," I quickly spit out, gulping down the flash of embarrassment that's overcome me. I don't want to risk having this moment ended because I couldn't come up with a simple safe word. How ridiculous would that be? The one I chose is ridiculous in and of itself.

Sal snorts quietly. "Alright. Twitterpated. You say that, everything stops. I say that, everything stops. Got it?" He asks me, wrapping his arm around my waist and fumbling with the buttons on my pants.

I lick my lips while my heart jumps into my throat. "Got it."

"Prove it," Sal says, fingers squeezing my hair tight.

My mouth gapes open when a spark of pain ignites along my scalp. It renders me speechless for a moment while I relish in the blissful feeling. "Twitterpated," I say, loud enough for him to hear even though I feel so breathless.

Sal's hands stop. One moves away from my pants and the other untangles itself from my hair, but he still hovers over me. "Good girl," he purrs. "Ready to continue?"

I swallow thickly, my cheeks turning a dark shade of red over the praise. My breasts uncomfortably squish into the vanity while I impatiently wait for Sal to touch me again. "Yes," I say softly, eager to see where this goes.

Without a second of hesitation, Sal's hands are back where they were a moment ago. Only now, he's quickly and effectively undone the buttons on my pants. He hooks his fingers into the waistband, gives a quick tug, and then the fabric is pooling around my legs.

"Pick up your feet," he demands, bending away from me to grab the piece of clothing. His cool fingers lightly trail down my thighs and calves, making an involuntary shiver take hold of my body. He knows exactly what he's doing. That much is obvious when he drops to his haunches and wraps one large, ring-clad hand around the top of my thigh. His fingertips brush the edge of my panties and I feel like I've lost all ability to breathe.

I lift one foot at a time, letting him to pull the article out from under me. He haphazardly throws my pants to the side before returning to me, one hand still wrapped around my thigh and the other palming my bare ass like it's some kind of science project. "How pretty," he purrs, fingers dancing over my skin— down the inside of my thigh then between my legs, teasing my clothed pussy. His index finger presses into my clit with purpose and I flinch, heart racing as I press my legs together. The light touches and teasing make me want to whimper, but I refuse to give in so quickly.

Sal hums amusedly, pulling his hand away from my core to drag it up my back. "You're behaving so well. How long will that last?" He muses. His hand trails down to my underwear again. For a moment, every one of my bodily functions stops. He ripped my panties apart last night, who's to say he won't do it again?

But thankfully, Sal only pulls those down my legs too, allowing me to step out of them.

I let out a little breath of relief, blinking at the cream wall to the side of me. "It'll last as long as you let it. Up to you," I tell him. He must be able to tell that I'm holding on by a thread from the sound of my voice.

"As long as I let it?" He repeats my words, forming them into a question. I can feel his hard dick twitch against my bare ass, the feeling of it sends a shock through my body and straight to my core. My chest feels heavy with satisfaction as I shut my eyes and lick my lips. He's just as enraptured as I am-- the knowledge of that will never not fill me with an insatiable amount of pleasure.

"Treat me well and we'll see how long I can keep up the good behavior," I say quickly, trying to hide how affected I am, though there's no reason to do so. If I wasn't so worried about looking like an idiot, I'd be panting like a dog right now.

I hear a grunt behind me, his fingers flexing against my skin and scalp. "I don't treat anyone well. This is all for me and you'll do well to know that. Now shut the fuck up."

My eyes are still closed when his hand wraps around my waist and moves down to my swollen clit, his fingers expertly teasing the bud. He's skilled. Knows what makes me tick and what gets me going. He's only done this to me once before so I can only guess that he just has a good amount of experience.

Sal's fingers leave my clit, exploring downward to dip into me just a bit, soaking up all the wetness that had collected between my folds. The light intrusion is both unbearable and incredibly pleasing, I can't decide what I want to feel.

My thighs unintentionally squeeze together as my emotions battle each other. I've been waiting for this all day. He's only just brushing the surface of this experience and I feel like I'm going to fall apart. Hell, maybe I've already fallen apart but my pride won't allow me to acknowledge it.

"And there we are," he suddenly grinds out between clenched teeth, the sound of his aggressive tone spooking me momentarily. "Keep your legs open."

"Or?" I say without thinking.

I open my eyes when Sal's fingers leave my folds. Then his feet push my legs apart, keeping my feet firmly planted into the carpet with his own legs. My pussy is on full display for him, my back arched and ass pressed into him.

"I told you to shut the fuck up," he hisses quietly, voice so dangerous and delicious. His prosthetic face is right beside mine and I flinch at his words and our proximity, a little thrum of unease passing through me. It's soon replaced by excitement though.

Suddenly, without warning and despite my initial worry, Sal plunges a finger into me. And he doesn't stop.

Everything moves insanely quickly and I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head, that or I'm going to cry— in a good way. Sal's finger thrusts into me at an unforgivably fast pace and each time he sinks into my pussy again, a garbled moan falls from my lips.

The skin of his wrist repeatedly slaps into my ass, creating more friction and tension. There's so much happening— his fingers in me, his skin on mine, his hand buried in my hair.

I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering when he curls his finger at just the right angle, sending a rush of pleasure through my entire body. I shiver, digging my fingers into the wooden surface beneath me.

Sal yanks my head up by my hair, forcing me to look at this salacious scene through the mirror in front of us. I can see him, bent over me with his prosthetic lips pressed into the side of my head and his arm moving so quickly behind me, so brutal and unrelenting.

The feelings that build up within me hit hard. There's the cliff I'm trying to chase, the one I want to jump over. Reach the peak. Anything to feel more of what he's giving me.

"Look at yourself," Sal says breathlessly, his eyes meeting my own through the mirror as he turns his head, keeping his cheek pressed against mine. "Dirty little whore. You like being used. You like being disobedient. You like being broken," he says these words to me, each syllable coming out in a light, controlled pant. He's definitely enjoying myself. "I'll break you if that's what you want," he continues, finger curling into me again. "But it comes at a price."

My eyes roll into the back of my head. If I could form words, I'd tell him "please" but lucky for him, I'm afraid to open my mouth. With his finger slamming into me like this, I'd wake up the entire suite. I don't trust myself and I sure as shit don't trust him, but what I do trust is his ability to make me cum. He's good at it, after all.

"Come on," he growls out, yanking my hair a bit more. I'm forced to bend my neck due to his grip. My back is pressed against his chest, there's no way for me to move to find some kind of solace. And still, I'm quickly gaining on an orgasm that only he can bring me to.

My legs squeeze together of their own accord, but his thighs keep them from completely closing. He's still pumping his finger into me at that same, beautifully addicting pace that he started at. I think I'm seeing stars.

"You gonna cum for me like a good bitch?" he rasps out, squeezing my hair tighter in his hand. I only moan as quietly as I can in response, still not trusting my ability to speak. Even then, the sound was still easy to hear.

"Speak," Sal commands, hooking his finger into me yet again. He's buried deep, to the hilt with his hand cupping the bottom of my butt and his finger moving quickly inside me. It's overwhelming in the most amazing way. My heart flutters in my chest, already running a marathon regardless. My lungs can't hold in a good breath and my limbs are quaking furiously.

"Yes," I say hoarsely, reaching my arms up to grab onto the back of his hair. I need to hold onto something; pleasure doesn't come to me in sections right now, it's one huge tidal wave that ceases to end. I'm practically drowning in the oncoming orgasm. "Please, I'm so close," I groan, biting down on my bottom lip while squeezing my eyes tightly.

Sal's neck is pressed against mine. I can feel every breath he takes, feel every little grunt that leaves his throat. His skin is hot, a little sweaty. His azure hair is mixed with mine. My mask and his prosthetic are cheek-to-cheek. I can't tell if the deep breaths and panting I'm hearing are coming from me or him.

"Really?" He says, voice condescending. Each syllable reverberates through my entire body, only pushing me even closer to the edge. I don't have enough time to focus on him— the end is in sight and he's thrusting his finger so hard, so deep, so fast. Just one more—

But there's never another thrust. When he pulls his finger back, it leaves me completely. And then I'm feeling empty, out of breath, fluttery all over, and quite frankly, a little pissed off.

I open my eyes, looking up at Sal through the mirror. His gaze travels over the image of my body before meeting mine in the reflection. "I told you all good things come with a price," he says, probably reading the negative emotions in my gaze. "You don't get to cum until I say you do."

Eyes dark with desire, malice, and sinful intentions, Sal lets go of me and turns his head. My hands fall to my sides as I watch him take a step or two away from me. "Move and I'll kick you out," he grunts out quickly. "You're going to be a fucking problem with all the touching," he continues, moving away from the vanity and out of my line of vision. I stay rooted in my spot, orgasm slowly fading away from me and being replaced by an almost painful yearning in my gut. Fuck, how dare he.

But from the sound of it, he's not finished. He just has an issue with me touching him. He said something about that earlier today too, which, fine. Hard limit— okay. I won't touch. I just wish he would get back here and finish what he started because I'm about to go feral.

I can hear what sounds like metal clanking together quietly behind me, and then Sal reappears in the mirror with a leather belt in his hand. I can't help but tense up my entire body, mind going blank.

There's a little glimmer of amusement in his cerulean eyes when he notices my reaction, so he holds the belt up, shaking it a bit. "This scare you?" He asks, but I shake my head, gulping down the exhilaration that threatens to practically crawl out of my skin. I'm so excited.

"It should," he says pointedly, tilting his head down slightly to intimidate me. And... okay, it definitely works. I've never done this type of thing with him before so this could go one of two ways. But I don't say anything, I just stare back at him, lips parted while I try to catch my breath.

Sal blinks then looks down at my bare ass. "Do you like pain?" He mumbles, running a teasing finger down the slope of my butt.

"Yes," is what I reply with, my voice shaking and my thoughts completely clouded. It's like we've gone the complete opposite way from last night. I couldn't get a word out yesterday— too nervous and embarrassed. But now I'd do anything to make him touch me, hurt me. Anything.

His eyes meet mine for a fraction of a second, then he lifts that belt and swings it down, the leather cracking against the skin of my ass harshly.

I yelp and jolt away from him instinctually, my hips slamming into the wooden vanity. My eyes shut as pain closes in on me from all sides and I grip onto the oak in front of me, taking a slow breath.

Then comes the good part, the satisfying feeling of being hurt. The wetness that gathers on my folds, the delightful queasy feeling in my tummy that spreads through my chest all the way to my toes.

I lick my lips, blinking my eyes open when a pleasurable cry threatens to build in my throat.

I'm too close to the vanity to tilt my head up and look at Sal's reflection, but that doesn't stop him. He takes a step toward my retreated figure, palm enveloping the skin he'd just abused. His fingers expertly massage my sore butt, only bringing out more feelings for me to indulge in.

"Well, aren't you fun," he purrs into my ear, chuckling softly. He pulls my hands off of the vanity, putting my wrists together against my back. Then, he moves his hand from my ass to the spot between my shoulder blades and pushes my upper body down onto the surface of the wooden dresser. "Stay there. Be good." His words are drowned out the second he wraps that leather belt around my wrists like he's done it a thousand times before.

He loops the fabric around one wrist, then does the same to the other, leaving absolutely no wiggle room for me to get out. Next, he puts one end through the belt buckle and yanks it tight, making the leather pinch my skin uncomfortably. I hiss at the feeling, squeezing my hands into fists as a spear of gratification stabs into me. This is borderline embarrassing, but definitely worth it.

Sal huffs out a quick, disbelieving laugh at my reaction, his hands pulling harshly at the belt to make sure I won't be able to get out. "I guess I underestimated you," he acknowledges, albeit he does so hesitantly, like he hates to admit that he may have been wrong. "Maybe I can't scare you off. Maybe you've been a freak all along."

His hands spread over my back and to my waist, dragging up my sides and pushing my shirt up with it. His cold, nimble fingers trail over my ribs slowly, feeling each bone and every inch of my heated flesh. Then, two of his fingers push into the skin right below my breast on the left side of my body. I clench my teeth together when a dull ache follows the action. He found the bruise that his paintballs left on me earlier today.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, tone patronizing in a way that would cause an instant fight in any other situation. Being belittled in this scenario is oddly satisfying in a way I can't quite explain though.

Sal leans over me again, his hard cock rubbing over my skin. His fingers are still gripping my sides as he whispers to me, "I'd bite that bruise if I could-- make you hurt even more."

A groan is ripped from my lips despite how badly I wish I could have kept it hidden within me. I really wish he would bite me.

As quickly as he'd grown closer to me, he pulls away. But this time, I hear the rustling of clothing and my breath is stolen from me again. I can hear my heart, feel it beat in my fingertips. This is it, the moment I've been waiting for for... well, weeks now.

My legs quake in anticipation when Sal presses a hand onto my lower back, settling me against the vanity. And he doesn't say a word-- neither do I when I feel the soft skin of the head of his dick pressing gently against my cunt. I bite into my bottom lip, my head feeling fuzzy as adrenaline grips me.

I push myself backwards, hopefully discreetly enough to the point that Sal's unable to tell, but just the very tip of him sinks into my pussy from my motions. A shaky whimper comes from Sal and it's so quiet that it seems to have been ripped from him, like he hated to even make a sound so soon.

"Stay fucking still," he bites out, voice higher pitched than it was the last time he spoke. The way I can tell exactly what he's feeling just from the way he speaks is incredible. He's so easy, yet so hard to read.

I still don't say a word. Damn him for momentarily taming the brat because this is a violation of my own personal rules. But I can't help myself-- so long as my silence brings him closer to me, I'll give up my voice box. I'd give it up forever.

"Good fucking girl." The words are barely audible, only meant for himself as his thumb rubs over the top of my ass. He pushes his cock just a bit farther into me, taking his sweet fucking time. I don't know how he has so much patience because I'm really about to lose my mind. I can't hold out, I can't.

"Sal," I almost cry out, taking a quick breath to try and regain my composure," Please."

"I said to shut up, Vi," he rasps, but his voice has no aggression or bite. He's losing himself. "When will you learn your lesson?"

I turn my head in an attempt to shake it, but find that the vanity's surface stops me from doing so. I couldn't care less about his no-talk thing right now. "Can you just--"

The sound of a jiggling door knob results in Sal quickly pulling out what very little bit of his dick had actually entered me. I jolt upright myself, taking staggering and panicked steps back until I bump into Sal's front. His hand instinctually grabs onto my waist to stabilize me as we watch the door. Fear is thrumming through my genes at the terrorizing thought of someone entering this room with Sal and I almost completely naked like this. So much is going wrong--

But the door knob stops jiggling and that's when Sal and I both suddenly realize that the door is locked.

I physically fold, bending forward in relief as a cold sweat suddenly takes over me.

Sal removes himself from behind me. When he walks around me, he's holding his pants up by the waistband and taking a couple steps toward the door. He doesn't say a word, confusion and pure, unadulterated fear is written in his body language.

"Sal, I want to come back in here with you." It's Larry, and poor thing. He sounds so desperate.

Sal glances back at me, his bright, icy blue gaze unreadable. I watch him, glancing between those eyes of his with a pout that I can't hide. We were so close.

"Okay, Lar," Sal says monotonously. He makes no move for the door though, likely because I'm still half naked.

"Alright," Larry says, voice muffled from the hunk of wood separating him from us. He sounds so relieved. "I'm going use the bathroom real quick. Can you unlock the door for when I get back?"

"I will," Sal mumbles back in response, walking back to me with a little glare in his eyes.

I suck in a breath. I'm disappointed, in truth. I was excited for this. We had both agreed and we were right there, but the opportunity is gone.

Sal stands behind me, undoing the belt around my wrists. I pull my hands away from my back when the belt is removed and flex my fingers, admiring the red marks left on my skin from the leather.

I glance off to the side after a moment and grab my clothes, quickly pulling on my underwear before I take a chance and turn. Sal has been quiet, which is weird. It's unsettling, even. Makes me kind of uncomfortable.

When he finally enters my field of vision, he even looks a bit awkward. Maybe it's because the moment is ruined and I'm literally almost half naked, fighting to get my cargo pants over my ankles.

"This is over," Sal finally speaks, his eyes boring into mine. Well, duh, it's over. Larry interrupted us. I don't have to say a word for him to see the words on my face.

"This thing," he continues, all nonchalance and unbothered as he gestures between us with a hand. "It's over. No sex over the phone, no hand or mouth stuff, no sex in general. I'm done with you. I was done with you yesterday."

My breath gets caught in my throat for the umpteenth time tonight. His words don't necessarily hurt-- I should have expected them. But the point is that I didn't expect them, and now I'm leaving Las Vegas in the morning... but I likely won't see Sal for at least another year anyway. So why am I shocked? Why can't I think? Why can't I process that he just ended our sex agreement?

I just watch him, trying to hide all of the panic, the disappointment, the fear, and the sadness I've been trying to bite down all day. I don't know how to feel. Again. I simply keep my gaze locked on his as I finally get my pants up my legs and begin buttoning them.

Just like that. It's done and I didn't even get the full experience. I feel... upset. I feel angry knowing that I was just a quick fuck for him. Not that we even got to fuck. But, then again, he was the same thing for me. I shouldn't be angry-- I can't be angry.

I should be relieved.

"Okay," I say evenly, peeling my eyes away from him.

I can't look at him. I'll cry or punch him. Maybe I'd yell at him. I don't know. And I don't know why I'd do any of those things to begin with. Maybe it's just because I'm upset that I have to leave tomorrow and all the negative feelings that come with being separated from my friends again is finally starting to make me crack.

"Okay," he responds, voice just as emotionless as mine.

I do the walk of shame to his door, unlocking it quickly and pulling it open. My head feels heavy, too heavy from my neck. My body weighs too much for my legs to uphold right now. I feel like crumbling to the floor. I said that I was falling apart earlier and now I really am.

Sal and I don't exchange a word as I step into the hallway and start closing the door behind me. I swallow my emotions, trying to keep my tears at bay. I don't need to cry. I shouldn't-- there's no reason. None at all. And crying's only going to make me have a terrible headache later.

I look up, tears brimming my eyes as I make quick eye contact with sleepy Larry. Fuck, terrible timing.

"Hey, Vi," he slurs a bit, smiling gently at me. "I'm not kicking you out, you can bunk with me." He's so sweet, but I need to be alone. I need separation or else Larry's going to wake up to me weeping beside him.

"That's okay," I give him my best smile, which probably isn't even really that great. "I'm going to go lay with Ash. I'm pretty tired. Plus your bed is a twin size-- we wouldn't fit."

"Fine." He pouts, following the expression with a yawn. "I'll see you in the morning then. Night."

I swallow down the lump in my throat so I can answer him without giving my feelings away. "Goodnight," I say quietly, because whispering is easier than saying it out loud.

I continue my trek down the hallway, my footsteps picking up speed as I turn a corner and make my way to the bathroom. I can't suppress the urge to cry and the frown marring my face is horrific. I can't keep it away no matter how badly I wish I could feel differently.

I never should have gotten involved with Sal. I never should have come to Las Vegas. Leaving is so much harder. Missing out on this opportunity to see everyone wouldn't have hurt this bad.

I regret everything.

My hand slaps onto the light switch, flicking it on and enveloping the spacious bathroom with blindingly bright light. I shut the bathroom door behind me and grab onto the counter, facing myself in the mirror.

I look sexed out and exhausted. I look broken. He said he'd break me. Fuck, he said he would. It wasn't just him though-- it's everything. Everything that I should have done differently. And now I'm stuck here, pitifully watching myself holding back tears in the mirror and unable to control my raging guilt, disappointment, and regret.

I should shower. That might calm me down, might shut my brain up for a few minutes.

Without a moment of hesitation, I yank my paint-stained shirt over my head and spare myself another glance in the mirror as my hands work on the clasp of my necklace.

But seeing the necklace in my reflection-- hanging around my neck and resting right between my breasts makes me feel so, so sick. Because it's not my necklace. It's Sal's. It's his guitar pick. And for the last few weeks that I've had it, I've forgotten it was there because it became second nature to take it off before my shower and put it back on right after. It became a part of me-- so much so that I forgot it was even there. I forgot about the meaning it holds, and the power it holds over me.

I pinch my lips together, aggressively pulling the thing away from my body after unclasping it. I squeeze the pick in my fist while leaning over the sink, watching myself in the mirror.

How could I have done this to myself? Every decision I've made recently has ended up being the ultimate betrayal. Every second. Even since right before I became VioletViolence. The day I met Sally Face is the day that everything started going wrong, and it's my own damn fault.

My reflection suddenly has wet, hot tears flowing down her cheeks and a pitiful look on her face. And she's the only one who feels as terribly as I do right now.

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A/N::::: hiiiiiiii!!! :3 UGH i've missed you guys so much! and i've missed writing so terribly much as well. it's been over a month and that fact literally makes me SICK. i hate being away from the thing that brings me so much joy :( but the good news is that i have less than a month in the semester which means plenty of time to write starting soon!! i've been hellaaaaa busy with my big, really important courses this semester. the amount of work piled onto me is atrocious, but we'll make it through. pinky promise <333

so about faceless fixation-- GRRRRR I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER so many of you have been asking about the necklace and i've literally been clawing at my own soul with anticipation for this final moment!! i have so many plans for future chapters and the only thing i can say with confidence is that it will literally never get any less shocking. i'll keep you guys on your toes forever.

anywho, it's 3:30am and i have class at 9:30, so goodnight my darlings!! i hope you all have a wonderful morning/day/evening/night! and never forget i love you all with my entire heart and soul <33

#sal fisher #sally face #larry johnson #ash campbell #todd morrison #travis phelps #enemies to lovers #sally face fandom #sally face fanfiction #fanfic #smut

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yourbestprincess · 6 months

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Writing stuff !!! (Will update if needed)

Characters I write about: Michael Myers (mostly OG, but I’m open to the others), Brahms Heelshire, Leon Kennedy, Michael Afton/Schmidt, Ghostface (any), Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Ellie Williams, Bubba Sawyer/Thomas Hewitt, Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, and probably any other character you request!! :3

Things I will write about: Smut, Fluff, Random scenarios, one shots, and other random stuff that you guys request. :3

Kinks I won’t write about: anything with scat or piss 🙏, necrophilia, that’s about it unless I forgot something! :D

Have a fun time with submissions n stuff :3 I’ll be waiting to write some nice stuff for ya! XD

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salfishersface · 4 months

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

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

Have a good day/noon/nights 💗

Baby Fever Part Three || Sal Fisher

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

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Part One || Part Two

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

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

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

“Sal! This is important,” you whined.

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

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

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

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

“Well, have you done a test?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, sorry, sorry. I’ll look away.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you,” he whispered quietly.

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

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

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

“I love you,” he said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ghostly Love || Sal Fisher

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi Lisa," Sal chimed as he waved.

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

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

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

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

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

"But-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh," you replied looking around the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

Sal sighed. "Maybe not."

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

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

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

"Like who?" The two boys asked simultaneously.

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

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

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

"Yeah," Larry agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m always here,” you responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A ghost?” Ash asked, eyes widening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” he grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maths,” Sall replied. “Wanna help?”

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

“That’s fair,” Sal chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” He asked, frowning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey dad,” Sal mumbled.

“How was the sleepover?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Y/N?" He asked breathlessly.

"I love you," you grinned.

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

"You need to wake up Sally."

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

"You need to wake up," you repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes!" Sal exclaimed.

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

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

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

"Hmm," Sal hummed nodding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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