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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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roychewtoy · 9 months

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shots from simons flickr account

#i looooove when older media has in universe shit online. like this and the shadow of the colossus viral marketing campaign #[cant handle faces at the moment. cant handle eyes] SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMONNNNNNNN........#oh barrys flickr account we're in it now...#also if anyone cares: the posts cover over season 1 only. i put the pics in order here #all 2009 obvs: nathans bone structure pic was uploaded [dec 2nd] a day before episode 4 aired #curtis pic was the day episode 5 aired [dec 10th]. curtis hit nathan hehelol #shoe pic was the day After episode 5 [dec 11th] so it corresponds with simon killing sally and that caption u know #kelly pic day before season finale [dec 16th]. her state in the caption is probably to do with her mourning nathans death #and alisha pic finale day [dec 17th]. thats also the final pic on the account #there are other pictures. just wanted to upload the ones of the gang. and the shoe shot waaaugh. its nathans shoes as well 😐#if u wanna brooooowse literally just search: misfits simon flickr account. bosh first result #the fact that they did this for season 1 and season 1 is also the only season u can buy scripts for... hehehe😁best season #and the character twitters r fun too #🤔<-me thinking: surely opening the floodgates on misfits posting wont make me go 😀😃..#misfits #simon bellamy #chewtoy

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riemmetric · 1 month

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something in me says, that this is ok

#sports night #sportsnightedit #dan rydell #casey mccall #this is supposed to be from dan's perspective #song: four tequilas down by dodie (in source)#the absolute irony of me using a screencap of casey talking about sleeping with sally for the line that says kiss me #i just thought dan's face in was perfect in that one shot and they are also sitting super close which doesn't always happen #this is a song about cheating on your partner though. this is what the word wrong refers to originally i think. but nevermind about that!!#this is a transformative art piece #been thinking about this photoset for soooo long #mine:edits

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larrysanasshole · 2 months

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Something silly about larry who comforts reader because I had a breakdown about my relationships lol

Also inspired by the song moves from Suki Waterhouse and he may be a little high idk

The school's parties have always been strangely uncomfortable events that most people attend simply because there weren't more interesting things to do in Nockfell or.... No, those were actually all the reasons why the school gymnasium was more crowded than usual. The cheapest gaudy colorful decorations hung on the walls and ceiling imitating streamers, and the tables were decorated with tablecloths in strange patterns. Not to mention the food which was the most ordinary snacks. For the most part, it resembled a normal school day, but more elegant.That's why you didn't want to come. There was no point in wasting time getting ready just because someone on the school staff wanted to throw a party to welcome spring. What was it, kindergarten?

Unfortunately, however, you ended up at this unfortunate party, or more precisely, due to your partner. Things had been getting worse between you lately, you were constantly arguing, even about silly things. Going out and having fun together was supposed to at least get your relationship back on track, but it ended just as you might have expected. - Would you please stop reproaching me! We came here to have fun!- your partner said through clenched teeth so that the others would not draw their attention to you, although the tension between you was palpable to the point of being over the top. - According to you, flirting with other girls is fun?- you asked in response equally annoyed and your voice faltered. He did it all the time, acted as if he wasn't in a relationship at all, and when you paid attention to him, the argument started. - I was just talking to them! Do you have to make it so difficult to be with you? You know what, I do not want to hear your answer. If I'm bothering you so much then enjoy yourself.- He announced in a harsh tone without even allowing you to respond only turned away the tension and went to his friends thus leaving you alone. For a moment you still stood still staring ahead before you felt a tightness in your chest.

Crying itself wouldn't have been such a terrible thing yet, if it weren't for the fact that there were people around you who knew you and who might be too pinched the next day at school. - fuck it all- you said to yourself in your mind while taking your purse from one of the tables and quickly headed towards the exit. Your heart was beating uncomfortably fast and your vision was blurred by tears wanting to run down your cheeks. You only allowed it when the still gently cool air hit your face. You sat on the stairs throwing your purse somewhere off to the side, not even anything of value was there. You don't even know what or who exactly you were angry at, that stupid party? Those girls there, that asshole or at yourself for letting yourself be treated that way. A shudder went through your body through your sobs. It was so overwhelming, believing that anything would change. Maybe you really were to blame yourself?

- Not that I'm judging, but I don't think this is where the party is- a playful boy's voice next to you spoke up, making you feel even worse. Lifting your gaze your eyes appeared none other than Larry Johnson. You were familiar with him from art class, but you never had any major interaction, occasionally he threw in some joke during class or something, but mostly you were strangers to each other. Shame mixed with despair for you. However, it did not escape your attention that his expression changed seeing your red eyes and tears still running down your skin. Surely he looked confused, but also slightly panicked? Most likely because of his misplaced joke.

- sorry, this is probably not the right moment- he added immediately with a nervous smile, and his hands began to correct the sleeves of his dark shirt.

- nothing happened, it won't get any worse-you replied without anger or irritation, and this curious thing worried him even more. He moved uncomfortably not knowing what he should do, he wasn't very good at comforting people, but he also didn't want to just leave you, it seemed just as awful. Willing or not, he also took a seat on the stairs, farther away from you to keep a proper distance, but he was there.

- You'd better not say that, or something worse will really happen.- He said wanting to lighten the atmosphere and reached into the pocket of his pants to pull out crumpled cigarettes and a lighter. You felt like crying even more. You silently wiped your tears while looking at your shoes. You heard him use the lighter, and immediately took a drag. You wondered if he was sitting with you out of pity.

- I don't know how to comfort people, if I started talking some cheerful nonsense it would hardly even help- He started to speak wanting to support you in any way. You interrupted him before he could speak further.

- This is solely my fault. I brought myself to such a state- You said raising your eyes to look ahead. Your hands were resting on your knees, it's been a long time since you felt this bad.

Larry was silent for a while, and only through the still hovering cigarette smoke were you sure he was next to you.

- I do not know what exactly happened, but if it is not a meteorite falling from the sky then you can always change something. I mean, the simplest things bring results.- He shrugged his shoulders, he really did not know how to comfort. His words were so simple and yet true and made the

that the wind was not so cold.

- Unless someone hurt you, then it all doesn't matter, please tell me it's not that- he quickly added realizing that he really didn't know what had happened. You shook your head so that sometimes he wouldn't start panicking along with you too.

- Thank goodness, in that case, what else can you do but try to make a difference?- He returned to his speech, and you began to wonder if he knew it was about your partner. You had always thought that your relationship was quite private and no one but you knew about your bickering, but now you were beginning to doubt it. You had no intention of asking, for your own comfort.

- I can sit here and cry further- You suggested quietly wiping your cheeks on which there were fewer and fewer new tears. Turning your head to the side immediately your gaze met his. He was just taking a drag on his cigarette, but at your words he raised his eyebrows.

- In that outfit? On the stairs where everyone walked by wiping their shoes? Along with Travis?- he said with feigned disbelief. Your eyes continued to be red and glassy, but instead of sobbing you burst into laughter. His words were so silly as to be funny, and his facial expression only added more to the humorous flavor of it all.

- bleh, You just made me want to burn this dress now and I feel even worse- You complained while getting up from your seat which brought a smile to his face, he was in no hurry to get up from his seat.

- I'm just telling the truth- He replied finishing his smoke with that he threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his shoe. You looked at him not knowing what to feel anymore. You continued to feel awful, but it was more bearable than a moment before.

- are you going back inside, or are you going home?- he asked, casting his gaze to the front door from behind which the music was still coming.

- I will go home. I'm sorry that you had to witness my breakdown- You muttered, not really wanting to deal with shame yet now, there will be a good time for that, for example, the next day.

- me? I had a nice time at the party, my couple was a little emotionally unstable, but otherwise it's pretty good.- He said once again making something other than sadness appear on your face.

- just don't tell anyone about it- You said going down the rest of the stairs. You didn't hear if he answered you and so it didn't matter now, the confusion in your head was drowning out everything anyway.

Maybe you really could have changed everything? Start all over again?

He made it sound so easy, and even if he was joking, maybe that was the truth? You wondered about this all the way back to your house.

Getting everything in order took a little longer than you would have liked and definitely longer than just crying in your room, but the final decision has already made some changes.

Being single and taking extra art classes really served you!

#sally face #larry johnson #travis phelps #sally fisher #ash campbell #one shot #todd morrison #headcanons #ashley #larry x reader #larry face #suki waterhouse #x reader

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buttonmillipede · 1 year

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~RULES~

REQUEST: CLOSED

If you have any questions or concerns please dm me 🩷

Rules on one shots/headcanons

what I will do

S/h (as long as there is a happy ending)

LGBTPQIA

Light gore

Spicy stuff (lime)

what I won’t do

Inc*st

R word

Anything non-consensual

Child x adult

graphic gore

Yandere (im sorry it’s just wired to me)

Suicide

smut

What means what

💞 fluff

❤️‍🩹 Angst to comfort

💔 angst no comfort

⏳ slow burn

🎵 Lime

⚡️ Enemies to lovers

💫 Friends to lovers

Shows I will write

Lego monkie kid

Bungo stray dogs

Fionna and cake

Jjk

Tbhk

Stanley parable

Sally face

Romantic ships I will do

basically anything besides minor x adult

Platonic ships I will do

Anything

please keep in mind I do have a life outside of social media, so it might take me a while to take your request.

I will decide if I want to write your request or not so please be respectful if I deny your request.

(also to my irl friends who have found my account, GET THE HELL OUT YOU FAIRY RATS I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN anyways I love you muah muah 😘💗)

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theangrypomeranian · 1 year

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might be another double post Sunday :333

#sally speaks #casual affection au #baby steps #and might be dropping a new one shot #definitely either going up tomorrow or Monday #probably tomorrow because let's face it i have no self control lmao

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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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kaminokatieemoved · 11 months

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Ghostly Love || Sal Fisher

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

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

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

Commissions are OPEN.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi Lisa," Sal chimed as he waved.

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

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

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

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

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

"But-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh," you replied looking around the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

Sal sighed. "Maybe not."

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

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

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

"Like who?" The two boys asked simultaneously.

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

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

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

"Yeah," Larry agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m always here,” you responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A ghost?” Ash asked, eyes widening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” he grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maths,” Sall replied. “Wanna help?”

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

“That’s fair,” Sal chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” He asked, frowning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey dad,” Sal mumbled.

“How was the sleepover?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Y/N?" He asked breathlessly.

"I love you," you grinned.

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

"You need to wake up Sally."

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

"You need to wake up," you repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes!" Sal exclaimed.

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

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

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

"Hmm," Sal hummed nodding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spooky-kakashi · 2 years

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the original texas chainsaw massacre fucks soo hard its soo macabre the shots are gross and it just makes soo much sense like wow i love tommy hewitt but the og is just soo good

#im really in love w the gross shots they were just disturbign love it #in the remake the bones were just laying or hanging around but in the og the brother made them into his own twisted version of art and that #justt sooo good like fuuckk yesss and also it just makes more sense based on reality like not all of the kills had to be w the chainsaw. he #used to kill cows w a hammer like cmon but also wearing makeup on the mask??? fuckk yesssss you can clearly see that a queer person was one #of the ones calling the shots also leatherface caressing sallys face and hair like studying it as the next maks?? fucking amazning i loved

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megalony · 1 month

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Stress Levels

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon. I had so much fun writing this one and I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think and if I should do a follow up.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: After a harsh argument, Eddie and (Y/n)'s eldest daughter runs off. And they have to go and find her, scaring (Y/n) and the rest of the kids.

Enjoy.

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A growl vibrated at the back of Eddie's throat when he went to unlock the front door and found it open.

She is home. He thought to himself as he pushed the door and beckoned Trixie to go in ahead of him.

He shifted his right arm a little higher up, bouncing Lilah on his hip who currently had her chin perched softly on his shoulder and her arms loosely draped around his neck. The five year old had a thing for being carried around recently and Eddie was all too happy to oblige. Unlike the others, Lilah didn't swing her legs and bash them into his back or wriggle around when he carried her. And she didn't deadlock her arms around Eddie's neck so he couldn't breathe like Liv and Chris used to do when they were little.

He kicked the door shut behind him and dumped his keys on the side table, moving his free hand to rest on Trixie's back as he followed her through into the living room.

Once she sat down on the sofa, Eddie leaned over and settled Lilah down next to her and he put the tv on for them. He knew the pair would amuse themselves with some cartoons and their colouring books that were scattered on the coffee table from yesterday.

With a kiss to each of their heads, Eddie turned and wandered down the hall. He was about to head down towards the bedrooms, but he stopped short when movement in the kitchen caught his eye.

He pivoted on his heels and headed past the fridge, his eyes locked on his eldest child.

Liv had her back to him as she made herself a drink, nodding her head to the music that was quietly playing through her headphones.

Eddie stopped a pace behind her and reached out to swipe the headphones from her ears, taking the advantage of not being heard or noticed. He set the headphones down on the counter while his other hand found his hip and he watched his daughter intently. A gasp tumbled past her lips and she shot round to face him, moving one hand to her heart as she took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Dad!" She whined, leaning her hip against the counter as she tried to stop her heart from exploding in her chest. She had been home alone for the last twenty minutes and she wasn't sure what time the rest of the family were coming back. But she didn't expect them back this soon.

"Where have you been?"

Eddie's sudden question and the sharp tone to his voice took Liv by surprise. She leaned on her back foot, keeping one hand braced on the counter as she stared up at him.

"What?"

"You heard me. Where were you after school?" Eddie's fingers began to drum against the counter and his other hand held his hip so tightly the joint was beginning to ache. The look of confusion in her eyes made his chest tighten and it only made him feel angry.

"I went to Sally's house… why?"

She didn't exactly have a schedule after school and both (Y/n) and Eddie had always said they didn't mind if she went out with friends after school or had an after school activity. As long as she let them know if she was going to be late home and tell them where she was if that happened.

"Liv I asked you to pick the girls up because me and your mum were both busy. I had to leave my appointment and go get them, they were scared."

Realisation dawned on her face as her teeth sank down into her bottom lip and she shrunk back.

Eddie wasn't impressed.

He had been on a night shift last night, came home for a few hours sleep and then he had to go back out and run errands. And he had a therapy appointment this afternoon. One that he'd had to cancel just as he pulled up in the parking lot because the school rang him.

Trixie and Lilah were still waiting for someone to come and collect them and they were getting distressed that clearly someone had forgotten them. So Eddie's appointment was now rescheduled and he had to make a quick drive down to the school and grab the girls. Both of whom were crying by the time he got there.

With the way his shifts worked, it was usually Eddie who dropped the kids off at school and either (Y/n) or Carla that picked them up. But Chris had an appointment at the doctors today, so (Y/n) had picked him up early and was currently at his appointment with him. The very reason Eddie asked Liv to go get the girls after she finished.

"I'm sorry."

Her hand reached out to take the headphones back that were on the counter, but Eddie moved faster. He curled his fingers around the headphones and pressed down until they were pinned into the counter so she couldn't take them. This conversation was far from over.

"You're the eldest, that means you can help look after them when I ask-"

"They're your kids, not mine." Liv spoke before she could think better of it and she shivered at the look that crossed Eddie's eyes.

She looked down at her feet and moved past her dad to leave the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation and go to her room. But she stopped short when Eddie grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back before she could leave the room. He wasn't about to chase her around the house to talk about this and sorry wasn't good enough.

"Don't take that tone with me. I was the eldest kid in my house and I had to look after all three of my sisters every day. I asked one thing of you Liv, to get them from school for me, I asked you this morning, not last week."

When she shook her arm free from his grasp, Eddie folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen island.

She was fourteen now. She was the eldest and Eddie needed her to help out.

He would never put as much pressure and responsibility on Liv as his parents had with him. He was the eldest, he had three young sisters who he ended up raising like they were his children. Eddie made them breakfast almost every day, he walked them to school and then back home. When he started driving, he took them anywhere they needed to go, he chaperoned them about.

With his dad working away, Eddie had been the man of the house and his mother worked long hours. He was the one responsible for his sisters and it had been hard. He didn't want to do the same to Liv and he tried to make sure that didn't happen.

But he and (Y/n) needed her to help sometimes. She was old enough to walk the kids home from school or stay with them at home for an hour if Eddie or (Y/n) were at work or needed to go to an appointment and that was all Eddie asked of her today.

"I didn't want to babysit them. And you had to because papi worked away, that's different."

"What do you think me and your mum do nearly every day? We go to work, Liv. I needed an appointment and your mum took Chris to the doctors, I expect you to help with the girls so stop arguing with me."

It was clear Liv was about to argue again and make another point, but she held her breath and rolled her lips together when the front door opened and subsequently closed again.

A smile fluttered across (Y/n)'s lips when she leaned on the counter to try and kick off her shoes, and Chris kindly took her hand to help her balance. He slipped off his shoes and put them in the shoe box along with (Y/n)'s shoes, staying close to her side as they wandered down the hall.

(Y/n) let go of Chris's hand to hold his shoulder instead and her free hand pressed into her lower back so she could try and click her spine into place. Nevermind Chris having an appointment today for his medication review, (Y/n) felt like she needed one for her back. She was only thirty weeks pregnant but her back was aching like her spine was out of place, all the time.

"Dad!" Chris pulled away from (Y/n) and bolted into the kitchen where Eddie did his best to plaster a smile onto his face.

He held his arms out and let Chris barrell into him and smash his back against the counter with his force, but Eddie didn't mind. He leaned down and kissed the top of Chris's curls, running a hand up and down his back as he murmured "Hey bud," into his hair.

"Hi sweetie," Leaning over, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to Liv's temple before she slung her bag on the counter and moved across to Eddie. Her hand gave his shoulder a squeeze and she leaned close to attach her lips to his neck, causing a shiver to roll down his spine. "Baby, what're you doing home so early?"

Eddie unravelled his arms from around Chris who exited the kitchen to find his little sister's in the living room.

He moved to cross one arm over his chest while his other hand slipped around (Y/n)'s waist before she had chance to move. He reeled her into his chest and pecked her temple before he glanced back over at Liv who was leaning against the far wall next to the door.

"I had to pick the girls up." His hand began to smooth up and down (Y/n)'s lower back in slow circles. And he felt her hand move to press into his chest as she looked over her shoulder at their daughter.

"Why, are you okay?"

"Oh she's fine, she just didn't want to."

(Y/n) took a deep breath and looked down at her feet for a few seconds. She felt like she was caught in the crossfires with the harsh stares her husband and daughter were throwing out at each other. She lifted her head and pressed a kiss against the corner of Eddie's mouth before she pulled away and moved towards the sink to get a drink.

"It was only for an hour, Liv." (Y/n) spoke softly and glanced over towards her daughter who started to grind her jaw and frown deeply. They hadn't asked her to look after the girls all evening, it wasn't as if they were forcing her to stay home and care for them and stop her from going out to a party or something important.

She filled a glass with water and took a few sips before she looked back towards Liv.

"If you're both so busy, why are you having another baby? Do I have to raise the new baby for you, like you did aunt Sophia?" Her eyes looked between them both but her gaze landed on Eddie when she finished.

Sophia was Eddie's youngest sister and everyone in the family knew Eddie had practically raised her since she was a toddler up until he moved out. But this wasn't the same.

"Olivia, that's enough."

Eddie's voice was razor sharp with an edge to it. If she was going to be like that then this conversation would have to wait until later.

"It's not fair! I'm the eldest so you want me to look after them or be out the way ready for your new baby. There will be fourteen years between me and the new baby, that's more than you and sophia."

"Why would you say that? When have we ever pushed you away?" (Y/n) couldn't keep the pain from her voice and she felt her chest tightening at Liv's words.

Did she really believe that? Did she honestly think that having another baby would mean they would push her away? They had tried to make sure none of the kids ever felt that way. There was only three years separating Liv and Chris, so Liv never really had a childhood where she was the only sibling but it also meant she never felt like she was pushed out from a young age. She always remembered growing up with Chris, and she was eight when they had Trixie.

(Y/n) knew it wasn't exactly conventional to have fourteen years between their eldest and youngest child, but she didn't think it was that much of a big deal. Especially when there were three other kids in between Liv and the new baby, so Liv hadn't gone all these years with her parent's sole attention to then be pushed out by a new baby.

And God knows Eddie didn't have a good relationship with his dad. He had always felt like his dad was an absent parent and Eddie strived to be different with his kids. He didn't want any of them to think he wasn't present in their lives or that he didn't love them all equally.

"You know that's not true." Eddie spoke quietly and shook his head, unable to look over at Liv because her words hurt. They cut deep.

"Trixie's your favourite now! And Chris is mum's favourite because he's the only boy. You don't care about me anymore-"

"Olivia stop it!" Eddie wasn't doing this anymore. He wanted to talk, but this wasn't talking.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what Liv tried to say next, but she shuddered when Eddie slammed his hand down on the counter. The action was harsh and loud enough to make the plates on the draining board rattle and clammer together and it made Liv take a step back and go deadly silent.

"I said stop! We don't have favourites but even if I did, it certainly wouldn't be you right now. Out!" The moment Eddie pointed to the doorway ahead of him, Liv bolted.

He could feel his resolve and frustration fading away and his eyes fell closed when he heard Liv crying as she ran down the hall. He tilted his head back with a groan and clenched his hands into fists at his sides. He didn't mean that. He didn't think before he spoke. He shouldn't have said that.

When any of the kids asked who was his favourite, whether they were just teasing or begging for his attention, he always had the same response. 'You all are.'

But it angered him that Liv seemed to forget all the times he'd said that to her. He didn't have a favourite, how could he? How could (Y/n)? Sometimes they had to give Chris a bit more attention if he was unsettled or having a meltdown or needed reassurance, or all the hospital trips. But the girls knew that wasn't them favouring him, it was them looking after him.

"Now you've done it." (Y/n) dropped her glass in the sink and left the kitchen. She thought about following Liv to her room, to try and talk this out properly and make sure she was alright, but she couldn't bring herself to follow her. Liv was upset, she needed to calm down first before they spoke and (Y/n) would let her have some privacy.

(Y/n) sat in the living room with Chris and the girls, letting Lilah clamber onto her lap while Chris and Trixie set up a game of Monopoly.

She observed the game and played the banker so none of them could start an argument or accusations of cheating. But she cringed every time she heard Eddie slam one of the cupboard doors or toss the plates and cups so harshly she wondered if he had broken a few.

She knew he was trying to keep himself busy and he was probably trying to start tea. He didn't cook often, but he needed to do something.

(Y/n) pressed her lips to the back of Lilah's head, trying to focus on watching them all play, but she couldn't. She could only replay the conversation and wish she had interjected at some point. She should have talked to Liv, tried to keep things calm or tell Eddie to go cool off before he said something he now clearly regretted.

After about twenty minutes, (Y/n) lifted her head and looked across the room when Eddie emerged from the kitchen.

His arms were tense, his shoulders were hunched up and popping through his shirt and his lips were pressed into a thin line. But it was the way he was scrubbing his hands with the tea towel that caught her attention. His hands were already starting to go red, he would start peeling away layers of skin soon if he carried on like that.

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

"No you're not. I am." (Y/n) sighed when Eddie's shoulders dropped and he thundered back into the kitchen, holding his hands up in defeat.

Now two of his girls were upset with him, and he couldn't blame them.

(Y/n) sat Lilah down next to her on the sofa and slowly pushed up to her feet. She weaved around the sofa and headed out the living room, past the dining room and down the hall. She leaned on the wall and gently knocked on Liv's door, pressing her tongue against her teeth when she didn't get a response.

She couldn't hear Liv crying, that had to be a good sign and a telltale sign that she was starting to calm down now. And she hadn't heard Liv throwing anything or slamming things down like her dad which was a relief.

"Liv? Baby can I come in?"

When she didn't receive an answer, she slowly opened the door and walked in. Bracing herself for the door to be shut on her or for her daughter to tell her to get out.

"Liv?"

(Y/n) could feel her heart dropping down to her stomach when she looked around the room. It was empty. The window was open. She hadn't come out of her room since she slammed the door behind her nearly half an hour ago. She had left out the window.

She could feel the baby do an awful twist in her stomach and bile rose in the back of her throat as she bit down on her lower lip.

Liv was upset, she had been crying. (Y/n) didn't even know how long ago she had snuck out. She didn't like the thought of her daughter wandering alone, not when it would be getting dark soon and she was distressed. Someone could easily try and hurt her or pick her up and take her somewhere.

She hadn't even taken her bag which was hung up in the hall. All she had on her was her phone so (Y/n) knew she would be somewhere on foot and her daughter didn't like getting the bus. Anything could happen to her.

Shallow breaths rumbled past her lips and she slammed her hand down on the door in frustration, watching it thrash back into the wall with a bang.

Turning around, (Y/n) stormed down the hall and headed into the kitchen. Eddie was already looking her way with one brow arched and confusion plastered on his face.

"Baby-"

"She's gone."

"What? Gone where?" Eddie took a step back and looked to the right as if he could see the front door from his position in the kitchen.

Where would Liv have gone? She had gone in her room, they heard her slam the door and she hadn't been past the kitchen. Although, Eddie had been in his own little bubble, slamming drawers and bustling about tidying up. He might not have noticed if she slipped past him.

"I don't know, the window was open. Eddie she could be anywhere by now." (Y/n) coiled her arms around her chest and started to scratch her nails up and down her arms out of anxious habit.

Liv could get quite far on foot in half an hour, especially if she had been running to get further away and clear her head.

A shiver rattled down Eddie's spine as his lips parted and a rough breath pushed past his lips. He had upset her enough to drive her away. She had gone and now he had to go and get her back. He scanned his eyes around the kitchen and reached out for his phone and his wallet that he had dumped there earlier, shoving them in his back pocket.

"I'll go get her."

He stopped in front of (Y/n) and moved his hands to her hips, gently walking her backwards so she wasn't blocking the doorway. His lips found her temple but he could feel her shallow breaths fanning against his neck and the way she clutched his arm showed how panicked she felt.

"I'll find her, okay? Call Sally's mum, she went there earlier and if she comes home, call me. She'll be fine." His lips stayed smothering her temple and he moved a hand up to cup the side of her neck.

***

"Where's Liv gone?" Lilah tilted her head back to look up at (Y/n) who was stood behind her at the table.

It wasn't normal to eat dinner without Liv, they all sat down together as a family. And both girls weren't happy that Eddie had gone back out without telling them and was now missing dinner as well. They wanted him to come home because after dinner they usually got a bath and got ready for bed. Both Trixie and Lilah wanted him to read them a story before bed.

"I don't know." (Y/n) sighed through the words and leaned forward, arching her back out as her hands tightened around the dining chair Lilah was sat on.

Her stomach had been in knots since Eddie left and the longer he was gone, the worse (Y/n) felt.

She wanted them both home. Now.

Liv was fourteen, she was old enough to be out by herself for a little while, but not when she was in a state and not when she was so upset and it was getting late. The later it got, the more (Y/n) felt her heart begin to hurt with each beat and her stomach was twisting, making her back ache worse.

"Is dad angry?" Chris moved his fork around the plate and leaned his chin on his free hand. He didn't eat when he was nervous and (Y/n)'s anxious pacing was making him uneasy, as well as the fact that he could tell she wasn't feeling well.

Whenever their mum wasn't well, their dad would come home and look after her. And it wasn't usual for any of the kids to see Eddie be angry or for any of them to argue with him. They didn't like it.

"No baby, he- he's just worried. Try and finish your tea, please."

"You not eating?" Trixie murmured quietly as she looked over her shoulder at her mum who shook her head.

(Y/n) wasn't hungry, she felt sick.

She called Sally's mum as soon as Eddie left, but Liv wasn't there. She knew Liv wouldn't go down to the station when she was upset and Eddie wasn't there, but (Y/n) messaged Evan anyway and asked him to keep an eye out in case she came by. And she anxiously waited for Eddie to call or text and say he'd picked her up and was coming home, but she heard nothing at all.

Adrenaline sparked in her stomach when they all heard the door and she pointed at the kids, silently telling them to stay where they were. She pushed off the chair, feeling her stomach give an awful twinge when she straightened up. Her lips rolled together and she sped out the dining room, her eyes anxiously flitting about.

Her heart seemed to stop beating when Eddie walked in. Alone. Liv wasn't in front of him or trailing behind him. She clearly wasn't in the car because Eddie gave the door a kick with his boot to shut it behind him.

"She's still not home." (Y/n) answered his silent question. He had prayed that she would of been back by now and (Y/n) just didn't have chance to ring him.

She wanted to lash out. She wanted to push Eddie away and tell him this was his fault for arguing the way he did with Liv. But the moment Eddie stood in front of her, she let him curve his arms around her and hold her hips. She let him pull her into his chest and when his lips smothered her temple, she loosened up and leaned into the touch.

"Fuck. She won't answer her phone either. I left her a few messages and told her if she won't call us in ten minutes I'm reporting her missing."

Deep down, Eddie hadn't expected Liv to answer him when he called, but he hoped she would of answered (Y/n) and told her she was okay and said where she had gone. He left voicemails and the last text he sent just as he got out the car told her in no uncertain terms that she had ten minutes.

If they didn't hear from her in ten minutes, Eddie would presume she couldn't get to the phone and was in distress so he would call the police. And he would. He would report her missing and go back out looking for her until either someone found her or she came home.

(Y/n) took a step back so she could lean forward, leaning over loosened the twinging pain in her abdomen that felt like an elastic band about to snap.

She pulled out of Eddie's arm and moved towards the door, about to grab her shoes until Eddie turned and wrapped his arms back around her. He pulled her back into his chest and pressed his lips against the back of her head, tightening his arms when (Y/n) tried to pull away.

"I'm gonna go look for her-"

"No, no baby you're not."

"It's late and she's missing." (Y/n) writhed from side to side but it was no use, Eddie had more strength than she did right now and the struggle was only making her go lightheaded.

Someone needed to be out there looking for her. They had to get her home and make sure she was okay. (Y/n) couldn't settle or sit down until all her babies were back under one roof.

"Yeah, so in ten minutes you can call the police and I'll go back and do another drive round. You're not going anywhere like this, mi amor. You stay here with the kids… maybe if she knows I'm out looking for her, she'll come home to you." Eddie wasn't having two of his girls out there wandering about when it was starting to get dark.

He would do another drive around and stop any place he could think of that Liv might go to. But he needed (Y/n) to stay home in case Liv came home and she needed to stay with the kids. He could see she wasn't feeling well and going out panicking and scouting the streets was only going to make her feel worse.

When (Y/n) nodded, Eddie kept his arms around her but he straightened up and let her lean back into his chest. He could feel panic starting to bubble away in his stomach when (Y/n) slumped her head back on his chest and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She was going dizzy.

He went to say something but cut himself short when (Y/n)'s phone started to ring in her back pocket. She hadn't let it out of her sight since Eddie left in case he or Liv rang her.

A jolt ran down her spine and she reached down to grip Eddie's arm tightly as she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

She leaned her weight back onto Eddie and found her phone in her pocket but she swallowed harshly, trying not to burst into tears when she realised it was only her dad.

It wasn't Liv.

"Hi dad, it's… it's not the best time to talk at the minute," A tear traced down her cheek as she tried to breathe deeply and stop from bursting into tears down the line. She hadn't even told Bobby and Athena that Liv was currently out somewhere, presumed missing. She didn't want to tell them until she really had to.

(Y/n) didn't see the point in panicking them in case they went out looking for her and Liv came home. No one needed any unnecessary strain or panic.

"I gathered, sweetheart. Liv's round at our place, and she asked me to call you."

A tidal wave of panic and relief washed over (Y/n) at the same time and her knees shook. She was sure she was going to keel over and drop to the floor, but Eddie bound his arms tightly around her waist, pinning her to his chest as he cradled her stomach. His chin perched on her shoulder and panic splattered across his face. He couldn't hear what Bobby was saying but he could see (Y/n)'s reaction.

"S-she's there, Liv's with you?" (Y/n) could barely find her voice as her free hand moved down to clench around Eddie's arm to steady herself.

She lowered the phone down and put it on speaker so Eddie didn't have to strain to listen. His fingers had started drumming against her stomach, nervous jitters as he waited to know what was going on.

"Is she alright?" Eddie kept his chin tucked into (Y/n)'s shoulder and he pressed a quick kiss to her neck. It felt as if his heartbeat was pounding through his chest and trying to beat out a pulse for (Y/n) at the same time.

"She got your message, she doesn't want you to call the police or panic."

Eddie couldn't have been more pleased that sending that last message had prompted Liv to call them rather than hide away from them. He didn't want to be cruel or make her think he was punishing her or trying to threaten her, but he knew she wouldn't want the police to search for her. And she would realise how serious they were about knowing she was safe and wanting her back home with them.

"Bobby is she alright?"

"She's okay. She said she's had a fall but she's alright… and I think she's ready to go home."

Bobby and Athena had been a little more than surprised after only just getting home from work to find their granddaughter on their doorstep. She had a few cuts and scrapes from a fall on the way over, but she was relatively unharmed. Just shaken and tear-stained.

She hadn't been in the door five minutes before she handed her phone to Bobby and showed him the latest message she had from her dad. She began sobbing again, asking him to tell them she was fine and let them know where she was because she couldn't panic them into calling the police.

Liv thought they wouldn't notice, or maybe that they wouldn't be this frightened if she snook out for a while. The last thing she wanted to do was scare them like this.

"Is dad m-mad at me?"

Eddie's heart shattered into a million tiny pieces when Liv's meek, shaking voice came through the speaker. Could she not hear how worried he was? All the messages and voicemails he had left her said he was worried, he was scared and he needed her to go home right away. Not once did he say he was angry at her or he was going to tell her off when she came home.

He just wanted her home safe.

"Baby girl I'm not mad at you." He closed his eyes and moved one hand to rattle his fingers through his hair. "I swear neither of us are mad at you. Just stay there with grandad and we'll come and pick you up, we're on our way now. Okay?"

"You'll come get me?"

"We're coming right now, baby."

"See, I told you they wouldn't be mad. We'll see you in a bit."

(Y/n) whispered a quiet thank you before she hung up and closed her eyes, feeling like her knees were going to give out on her in relief.

She let Eddie move his hands down to her hips and gently turn them around in the direction of the dining room where the kids were finishing their tea. He knew (Y/n) would want to go and get Liv too and they couldn't exactly leave the kids here. So it looked like they would all be taking an evening trip out, and the kids would be more than happy to see Bobby and Athena this evening.

"Daddy! Did you bring Liv home?" Trixie got up from the table and weaved around until she could attach herself to Eddie's leg. Her chin pressed into his hip and she looked up at him with worry in her eyes that made his heart clench.

"She's with nan and grandad so we're all off to pick her up. Come on, shoes on and in the car please."

***

"Nanny!"

A smile pulled at Athena's lips and she held her arms out, wrapping an arm around each girl who barrelled into her chest and almost knocked her down to the floor. She pressed a kiss to their heads and gave them a squeeze before her eyes lifted to look at the rest of the family hurrying in.

She stood up when Chris hurried down the stairs and curled around her for a hug, but her eyes focused on (Y/n) and Eddie.

The panic was clearly written across their features and she could see dried tears staining beneath (Y/n)'s eyes and the bridge of her nose.

Eddie tightened his hand around (Y/n)'s hip and his other hand moved up and down her arm while Athena silently pointed towards the kitchen where Bobby and Liv were.

"Why don't you three come and sit with me, hm? You can tell me what you've all been up to." She kept an arm around Trixie and Lilah and let Chris walk in front of her towards the sofa. It would be easier to entertain the kids and let the couple have some time to talk to Liv in the kitchen.

Reaching a hand out, (Y/n) gave Bobby's shoulder a squeeze when she walked behind him. He was sat at the end of the table with his elbows resting either side of his coffee cup and his chin propped up on his hands. But the soft smile on his features told them there wasn't anything to worry about.

She walked past him and moved straight over to Liv. Her daughter was sat back in her chair, arms slumped around her waist and her head leaning to one side. She looked like she had been staring down at her feet for a while, until she looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Her arms immediately opened up and (Y/n) obliged, leaning over to wrap around her daughter like a blanket. She kissed the top of Liv's head and rubbed her hand up and down her back. She could feel how badly Liv was shaking and her fingers were clutching (Y/n)'s back like she thought her mum was suddenly going to disappear or pull away.

"Are you okay? Where did you go?" (Y/n) kept her arms around Liv but she leaned back enough too look down at her. She smoothed her hand up and down Liv's back and tried to keep her breaths slow and steady, despite the pain that was circulating through her back and around to her stomach.

"I… I went for a walk, and to the park. B-but I wasn't looking, someone came off their bike and we collided."

She hadn't really known where she was going when she left the house. She just kept walking and walking until she found herself aiming for the park. But her mind hadn't been focused and began to wander until she came crashing back to reality. A biker on the path hit a rock and came flying off his bike, subsequently taking Liv down to the floor too.

After that, she picked herself back up and went round to her grandparent's house. It was pure luck that they were both home and as soon as she got Eddie's messages, she began to cry and asked her grandad if he would call and tell them she was alright.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to apologise and go home and go to bed and pretend today had never happened.

Eddie watched (Y/n) intently as she untangled herself from Liv and moved to sit down in the seat behind her. He watched the way (Y/n) winced when she sat down and how she gripped the edge of the table to brace herself and lean on for support.

She leaned forward to try and relieve the tension she felt and she rested her other hand on Liv's shoulder so she could kiss the back of her head.

Eddie crouched down on the floor in front of Liv and carefully rested his hands on her knees. He stared up at her with wide eyes, waiting for her to tell them if she was hurt because he could see from the tears streaked down her face that she was still distressed.

Silently, she held out her right hand for Eddie to inspect. She had grazes up her elbow towards her shoulder and her hand was subtly trembling. His thumb brushed across her wrist and he carefully pulled her arm closer to look at the grazes. Bobby had cleaned the cuts and they thankfully weren't very deep or bad enough to require stitches.

He held her arm and slowly rotated her wrist around, watching how she winced and jolted every now and then.

"I think you've just sprained it, sweetheart. Are you okay?"

When he lifted her hand so he could kiss her wrist, he thought she was going to rip her hand from his grip and pull away from him. The thought sent his heart rocketing up into his throat and stopped his breathing. But he leaned back and braced himself on his heels when Liv jumped forward instead.

Her arms deadlocked around his neck and she pushed herself into his chest, tucking her face into his neck as she clung to him like he was going to disappear.

Eddie cradled the back of her neck and bound his right arm around her waist, keeping his eldest daughter pinned to his chest so he could press his lips to the side of her head.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too, sweetheart. I didn't mean what I said… I shouldn't have said that. And I don't want you thinking we're ever gonna push you away. You're our first baby, and that makes you very special." He whispered the words against her ear and pulled her closer until his chest started to ache.

They would never have favourites and they would never push Liv away. She was their eldest, their first child and that meant she would have a special place in their hearts. She wouldn't be forgotten or left out. Ever.

With another kiss against the side of her head, Eddie gently pushed her back so she was sitting upright on her chair again so he could stand up.

He carded his fingers through her hair, about to thank Bobby for calling them and looking after her for them. But he stopped himself short when his eyes landed on his wife. (Y/n) had one hand gripping the edge of the table and her other hand was pressed against her stomach while her chin tilted down into her chest. He noticed she was starting to shake.

He kissed the top of Liv's head and moved behind her to crouch in front of (Y/n) instead. His fingers pressed beneath her chin and he tilted her head up so she was looking up at him instead of looking down at her thighs.

"Baby, are you okay?" He tried to keep his voice low so he didn't worry Liv or Bobby who were trying to make small talk.

(Y/n) locked eyes with Eddie and gingerly reached out for his hand, moving it so his palm was pressed against her lower stomach where the pain was steadily getting worse. He felt the way she tensed and he crouched down a little more so he was level with her stomach. His palms moved round, pressing in a few places while (Y/n) sucked in a sharp breath and pressed her feet down firmly into the ground to try and keep herself tense as if it would relieve the pain she had been feeling all evening.

Eddie swallowed down a groan and pressed his temple into (Y/n)'s arm and when he leaned back, he ran his hand up and down his jaw as he tried to think and gather his senses.

"Everything okay?" Bobby leaned his arm down on the table and inched forward to look over at his daughter. He rose a brow and pressed his lips into a thin line. She was beginning to cry and Bobby was all too familiar with Eddie's panicked expressions.

"I'm getting contractions," (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look away from Eddie and over at her dad. She didn't want to see the worry pool in his eyes or see him jump into action mode. She just wanted the pains to stop.

This was too early.

She wasn't even seven months yet, she was only thirty weeks. (Y/n) had never had one of their kids before thirty-seven weeks before. Liv had been three days before her due date. Chris had been a week overdue. Trixie was spot on thirty-seven weeks which made her the earliest they'd had. And (Y/n) had been forty-one weeks when the midwife had to induce labour with Lilah because waiting any longer wasn't safe.

She'd never had a premature baby or gotten contractions this early on before.

"But… but that's too early!" Liv looked between her grandad and her parents with worry sparking in her eyes and she could feel her throat beginning to clog with tears.

"Okay, you head down to the hospital, the kids can spend the night here with us."

"You sure?" When Bobby nodded, Eddie turned to face Liv and moved his hands to her shoulders. "Baby go sit with Chris and the girls, don't tell them what's happening or they'll worry."

"Can't I come with you? Mum, I can help-"

"You'll stay here with us." Bobby placed an arm around Liv's shoulders and reeled her into his chest so she would take a few steps back and be out the way. As much as she wanted to and thought she could help, she would only panic herself and it wouldn't be fair. Eddie could look after (Y/n) and handle this just fine.

"Is it, is it my fault?" Her voice was quiet and trembled as tears fell down her face and she started to hiccup through her words. Had she caused this by panicking them so much? She didn't mean to. She didn't think (Y/n) would get stressed enough to push her into having contractions like this.

She tilted her head back when Eddie stood in front of her and cupped her face in his hands. He pressed his temple against hers and managed a small smile down at her.

"Don't think like that, baby. If it's anyone's fault it's mine for stressing you mum out all the time. I'll call you when I know what's happening, but chances are we're not having the baby today, so don't worry. Okay?" He tilted her head down to kiss her temple and when she nodded, Eddie moved back in front of (Y/n) and held his hands out.

If anyone was at fault, it would be him. He had caused the arguments today even if he didn't mean to. (Y/n) was stressed and her body was clearly acting on that stress and panic. But this didn't mean she was going to have the baby, at least not right away.

Eddie knew the likelihood was the hospital would give (Y/n) an injection to stop the contractions and she would be put on bed rest and observation. If worse come to worst and she had the baby, they had a good chance of everything being okay. Premature wasn't great and it wouldn't be ideal, but they were well past twenty four weeks so they had a fighting chance.

(Y/n) slipped her hands in Eddie's and let him pull her up carefully to her feet. His left arm curved around her waist and he held her back against his chest, tucking her up against him while his lips smothered the back of her head. His right hand held out for her and (Y/n) gratefully deadlocked his hand in hers, leaning back onto him as she tried to stop crying.

"Go sit with the kids while I help your mum to the car." Bobby kissed Liv's head and nudged her in the right direction before he moved to (Y/n)'s other side and held her waist and her arm, just to be safe. "Out the back, no steps and no audience." Bobby whispered softly.

It would be easier to go out the back door and miss out the stairs to the front door, and it would prevent the kids from seeing and panicking.

Bobby and Athena could spin them a line of (Y/n) not feeling well and needing to go home. And say that they wanted to have the kids stay with them for the night instead. All of them would be pleased to have a sleepover mid-week and Bobby and Athena were always up for looking after the grandkids.

"Okay mi amor, let's get you to the hospital, hm?"

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Tongue piercing Larry x reader!!! Short one shot

- I hate it, I feel like I can never speak normally again- you complained while sitting on a pouffe in your best friend Larry's room, and the words coming out of your lips were slightly indistinct and sounded like you were talking with candy in your mouth. - You should have thought twice before choosing a tongue piercing.- teased Larry while sitting on a small stool next to a canvas. He was putting the finishing touches on one of his older paintings, but he wasn't bothered by your presence, and this was quite unusual, since usually the last thing he does in front of someone is paint, but he was extremely comfortable in your presence. You were flattered.

Especially in such a terrible state....

- I thought about it! I just didn't think it would last so long!- you complained further, crooking your face in the process when you accidentally bit your tongue. You were alone in his room, because Ash and Sally were busy with something (and it's interesting that they happened to be together) so he was the one who had to listen to your suffering, which you couldn't get over.

- It could stay that way, I wouldn't mind listening to you try to say a word in a normal way- he muttered with a smile on his face without even looking at you, just pretending to be completely focused on his painting. Your gaze almost burned a hole in his hair which was tied in a ponytail at the back of his head. - yeah? And who's going to convince your mother that we're not going to do anything stupid?- you asked trying with all your might not to sound in that stupidly strange way, but you just couldn't. - I'm sure I can also do well with mapping out your words. "Mrs. johnson, I promise to keep an eye on larry and we won't come back with trouble"- he said pretending your voice, at which you sighed and opened your mouth slightly in shock. You had to pull out a more serious argument. - I will not insult travis with you.- you announced in a serious tone, at which until he stopped his movements and the brush he held in his hand hung centimeters from the canvas, only to turn towards you with a feigned apologetic expression. - You're right, do you want ice cubes or just a cold drink?- he asked suddenly very caring, putting down the brush and getting up from his seat so he could go get something cold. His expression and demeanor made you couldn't hold back a smile. - Ice cubes idiot.- You replied with drama on his level, and only laughed when he left the room. Maybe it's a little strange, but even the pain didn't bother you in his presence. I guess this is what friendship looks like....

Although you don't know what in particular keeps you with him, especially since he brought chips instead of ice cubes.

Something short and easy as good start!!!

Also i wrote it because i got Tongue piercing and i can't stand it</3

#sally face #larry johnson #travis phelps #sally fisher #ash campbell #one shot #tongue piercing #larry x reader

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bucks-babe · 4 months

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Pairing: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky gets his first taste

Warnings: Angst in the beginning (mentions of Hydra and potential abuse), smut (oral f!receiving, fingering), Bucky humps the bed, sub!bucky, mommy kink ( I don’t know what came over me), aftercare, slight overstimulation, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not me disappearing. Oops. Special thanks to @bucknastysbabe for proof reading and edits. Part of the Virgin!Bucky series of one shots but can be read alone

Next to you in bed, Bucky was twisting and turning. He agreed for you to sleep over in his room after this week's movie night. Ever since the night you both ‘watched’ When Harry Met Sally, Bucky had been acting weirdly. At first you thought that maybe he was just embarrassed; it was his first sexual experience after all. But he hasn’t looked you in the eyes for more than three seconds before blushing and turning away.

It had been almost two weeks since that night, and now you’re starting to get worried that you pushed him too far. What if he wasn’t ready for you to see him like that? What if he didn’t want you to touch him but he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by saying no? Did you violate his trust? You worked so hard to get him to trust you, to be the person he can always turn to.

You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you forced his hand. After so many years of not having any choices, or any control of his body, maybe Bucky got used to seeing himself as a toy, an object to be used and not as his own being, entitled to saying no if he didn’t want something. “Did I do something, Buck?” It comes out as a whisper, but he catches it with his super hearing.

Bucky’s entire body freezes. “No,” is all he says, looking up at the ceiling in the dark. He doesn’t know how to stay still around you. Not when his brain is replaying the events from a few weeks ago, happened in the very same bed he is laying in. How fucking good you made him feel, how pretty you looked, and how he’s been fucking himself almost every night since, dreaming about you.

Bucky has no idea that you think you’ve pushed him too far. If anything, he wants more. He wants you to blow him again, wants to eat you out, and above all, he wants you to take his virginity. He craves for you to be his first and only, to corrupt him, show him every dirty thing possible, teach him how to fuck. But he doesn’t know how to ask for it.

“Is this about what happened a few weeks ago? I need you to tell me if I crossed a line and made you feel like you had to say yes.” You need to know if you did something he didn’t want, make sure that he feels comfortable enough to set boundaries. You also don’t need to clarify what incident you are referring to. The two of you haven’t done anything near that intense since.

Bucky’s eyes widen and he flips onto his side to look at you, the light of the moon showing how glassy your eyes are. “No, Doll! I wanted that to happen, I promise! It’s not that.” With his metal hand, he pulls you into his chest, needing you close to him. He can’t believe you would think that he didn’t want you to suck his dick. Bucky chokes up a little at how much you care, not used to warmth and care for him as a person.

Hydra cared about his physical health, making sure he was ready for the next battle, that he was strong enough to carry out his mission, not him, never him. You, on the other hand, are right here in his arms scared that you coerced him, because you care for him.

“Then what is it? I feel like I’ve done something. You’ve hardly looked at me these past two weeks.” You pull away enough to look him in the eyes, seeing his blush.

“Oh, doll, this is so embarrassing.” You reach up and cup his face with your hands, silently encouraging him to proceed. “It’s not because I didn’t want you to,” his eyes leave yours, “you know.” A small chuckle leaves your lips at his shyness. “It’s because that’s all I’ve been thinking about, and more.” The end of his sentence comes off in a whisper, not intending for you to hear.

A weight comes off your chest and you laugh, much to Bucky’s chagrin. “Honey, that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” At his frown, you kiss his nose, then his cheeks, before landing a chaste kiss to his pouting lips, giggling in between each peck. “You had me scared. And here you were just being a little horn dog.”

“It’s not funny.” Bucky buries his head into your neck while you continue to laugh; however, you feel his smile. After a minute he pops his head back up, “Okay, maybe it’s a little funny.”

You both laugh for a while until you remember his sly, ‘and more’ comment. You find his shyness adorable, but you want to corrupt this man, if he’ll let you of course, so you feel compelled to pry about his tiny admission. “What else were you thinking about doing? With me”

Bucky groans, face still buried in your neck. “What do you mean?” He decides to play coy, knowing that it won’t work. Your hand goes to his hair and you lightly tug on it, pulling his head up. A choked groan leaves Bucky’s lips and he grinds his hips against your stomach. At the look on your face, he feels like he could cum right there, and he feels such a deep and powerful urge to be good for you, to do whatever you want him to.

“I wanted to do what you did to me… on you.” His cheeks are as red as a tomato, and you feel your own arousal pool in your panties. Evidently, Bucky could smell your wetness as his eyes darkened.

“You wanna eat me out, honey? You wanna try to eat pussy for the first time?” You still have your grip on his hair, and you can feel how hard his cock is from where he’s grinding against you. He nods his head, only to have you pull on his hair, “Use your words like a big boy and tell me.”

“Yes, mommy. I wanna eat you out, but I don’t know how. I need mommy to teach me.” Your eyes widen at the title but Bucky doesn’t seem to realize, eyes foggy and mindlessly humping you. Poor baby had dropped headfirst into sub-land.

“Don’t worry, honey, mommy will teach you. Such a good boy for using your words.” Bucky whines as you pull away from him to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, hips chasing any type of friction they can. “If you want to eat mommy out, honey, you have to let me move.”

After turning the lamp on, you kneel on the bed, gesturing for Bucky to follow, which he does without hesitation. “Bucky, are you okay with this? I need to make sure this is something that you want.” You stop Bucky from laying you down when his only answer was a gentle, “Yes mommy.” You need him to be present when he consents and when you get him to look you in the eyes, see the fog behind his eyes clear up some, then you accept his consent, knowing that this is something that he is okay with.

You let him lay you down on the bed, with him in between your legs. “Take mommy’s clothes off, honey.” Immediately, Bucky goes to take your shorts off, taking your panties off with them, feeling the cool air hit your slick. You could feel your clit pulsing at the sight of Bucky right next to your cunt.

“Mommy, your pussy is so pretty. Can I lick it, please?” You don’t miss the way Bucky’s hips are rocking against the bed.

“Not yet, honey. First, I want you to use your hands, okay?” You could tell how excited he was, and how confused. “Touch mommy’s clit with your thumb.” He was a little over enthusiastic and was a little too hard, making you wince and your hips jerk, but you couldn’t blame him - the poor thing was clueless.

“A little lighter, just like that, good boy. Now rub it in circles, shit, uh huh.” Bucky was watching you like a fucking hawk, torn between watching your face contort or watching the way your clit was throbbing and slick was seeping out of your hole. He was salivating at the thought of having his first taste of you; your smell alone could have him cumming on command.

“Do you feel good, mommy?” He needed your confirmation. His cock was harder than ever pushed up against the bed. He knew that he should slow his hips down, but it was like he was watching the sexiest porno ever, eyes drawn to the slick leaving your pussy, how you were drenching the sheets underneath you.

“Feels so good, honey. Now I want you to use your index finger and put it inside real gentle.” Bucky was absolutely incredible at following directions and reading your body, seeing what you were responding to. “Curl your finger, fuck, good boy! Use your mouth now, on mommy’s clit.” Bucky whines, he wants to be your good boy so fucking bad.

At your direction, Bucky latches onto your pulsing clit, moaning at his first taste, and holy hell, Bucky feels his cock twitch and he knows he's about to cum. He flattens down on the bed, humping faster, his moans match yours in volume. Pride blossoms in his chest - he’s making you feel good. He’s being a good boy.

His balls pull up tight to his body, but Bucky cant fucking stop, and he cums in his boxers and all the way to the sheets. Ropes and ropes of his cum shoot out, but he’ll be fucking damned if he leaves your pussy. Every groan leaving him goes straight to your clit, and you’re reeling with pleasure. Men who had twice the experience than Bucky couldn’t give you half the pleasure he has.

He alternates between sucking and licking, watching to see which you like more, bringing his other finger to your entrance, now using two fingers and his mouth, more feral than ever to pleasure you, all the while his hips are still rocking against the bed. “Keep going, just like that, Bucky.” There is no way that Bucky could stop now, not when he hasn’t seen you cum. He’s in his own world at this point, eyes closed, hips still grinding against the bed, listening to the way your pussy is sucking his fingers back in, feeling your thighs shake around him, fucking tasting your slick like it’s water.

Each time he moans into your pussy, he feels your walls clamp down on his fingers. Your hips start to chase his mouth, wanting more. “Bucky, I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop! Make mommy cum!” Bucky wants you to cum more than anything, he needs it like its air.

He wants to speed up his ministrations, but he knows that’s not what you want. Instead he speeds his hips up, feeling his second orgasm building. His movements are much easier with the surplus of cum that’s already on the bed. Distantly, you hear the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts, but your orgasm is about to hit you and you can’t focus on anything.

His free hand reaches up to grab you, grounding himself, desperate to make you cum before he does. He wants to beg and plead for you to cum but he can’t tear himself away from your cunt. If he could, Bucky would stay between your legs for the rest of his life. He can feel you pulsing around him and he knows you're going to cum soon.

When his eyes find yours it’s over for the both of you. You cum first, crying out his name, thighs clamping around his head, suffocating him. The sight of you cumming has Bucky finishing immediately. You look so fucking gorgeous, slight frown pulling at your lips, lines forming inbetween your eyebrows, it’s heaven on earth for him. His hips spasm and somehow even more cum than before bursts from his tip, making an even bigger mess.

Bucky doesn’t pull away from your pussy, he cant, it’s fucking addictive. He feels your slick running down to his wrist, and the taste of your cum is driving him insane. Only when you push him away does Bucky leave your pussy. “Did I do good, mommy?” He groans when he licks his fingers. Both of you are panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

You pull him up and let him rest his head on your chest. “You did so good for me, I’m so proud of you, honey. You made mommy feel so good.” You feel how he relaxes into your chest, all the while you whisper to him, letting him know how good he was and how much you love him.

After a few minutes, Bucky begins to wiggle around, the cum in his boxers becoming uncomfortable. You have to move him, going to the bathroom and getting a damp cloth to clean him up with. “Honey, can I take your pants off and clean you up?” At his blush you add, “It’s okay, honey, mommy just wants to make you feel better, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He lets you take his boxers off and you clean him off as gently as you can, trying to avoid the overstimulated tip of his cock. You throw his soiled underwear in the hamper and give him a new pair to put on. Climbing back into bed, Bucky goes straight to your chest, cuddling to you. “Go to bed, honey. Mommy’s right here.” Bucky falls asleep, feeling safe and protected in the arms of his best girl.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #sebastian stan x reader

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