#Sal fisher x oc

[yeagerprincess]

the fandom may be dead, but my love for Sal is eternal

Jealous!Sal Fisher x reader

Something about that guy just made Sal's fucking blood boil. The way he nudged you on the shoulder when he made you laugh, the way he'd talk about your hobbies and interests as if Sal didn't already know you like the back of his hand. He hated the way that asshole dangled his friendship with you right in front of his face, like he was taunting Sal with the idea of being close with you. And most of all, he fucking hated the way you didn't seem to notice. Always laughing off his dumb little antics under the excuse of "that's just how he is."

"I don't like the way he talks to you," Sal blurted out one evening as he lazily strummed at his guitar, keeping his eyes locked on the strings rather than on you. You looked up from your sketchbook, head tilted in confusion. "Who?"

"You know who. I don't like all those weird jokes he's always making when I'm around." Earlier that morning, you'd all decided to grab coffee together when your "childhood friend" covered your part of the bill, and no one else's, arm draped around your shoulders as he "jokingly" declared how a man must always provide for his woman. Sal had been strangely silent after that, to the point that even Larry called him on it and asked if he wanted to go home instead.

Sal sighed to himself and continued strumming away at his guitar, filling the air with sad, melancholic melodies to soothe his aching heart. "Oh, come on," you teased, "he's like that with everyone! Even with Larry!"

"Not with me."

You giggle. "What, are you jealous or something?"

"Big time," he admitted bluntly, cyan eyes still glued to his guitar. You started to fire up a round of your usual playful banter, but something seemed off this time. That silly little glint in his eye was long gone. His voice was monotonous, serious. You've never seen him so hardened before and it worried you. You slowly crawl towards him on the carpet, making him lift his gaze for just a second before returning his attention to his music. Music was always his go-to escape, and you loved that about him.

"Sal," you call quietly, but doesn't look up this time. He seems a bit embarrassed, shy even. He doesn't meet your gaze, even as you're sitting on your knees right in front of him. You lift your hands and place your fingers on his knees, gently caressing his skin with your thumbs as you whisper, "I'm sorry."

Finally, his eyes meet with yours. He stares expectantly, making your heart dance in your chest. "I really am. I guess I'm just so used to him acting that way that I didn't realize how much of a jerk he was being."

"Shouldn't be friends with jerks," he murmurs, then strums another slow, sad melody on his guitar. You sigh. "You're absolutely right, Sal. You're my boyfriend, not him. I should have told him to lay off a long time ago."

"And you should have let me cover the bill."

Sal's eyes dart back at you as you let out a loud, hearty laugh, making him smile underneath his prosthetic. Your laughter echoes, even after the notes from his guitar have faded. He's always loved that about you. "Yes, Sally Baby, I should have let you cover my bill." He always loved it when you called him that. For once, he thanked the stars for his prosthetic, for concealing the deepening blush on his cheeks. But even with it, his reddening ears are still a dead giveaway. You lean forward and kiss him on his cheek, leaving a black lipstick stain on his prosthetic. "Forgive me?"

When you hear a romantic, sensual melody easy its way from Sal's guitar, you know you've been forgiven.

[thealwaysbrokengirl]

i got this idea after a friend mentioned alrry with short hair

[cherrytinz]

his blood pressure went down so now his girlfriend is trying to revive him 💙🕯 ⛧🖤

the "hot witch" is my oc, Lucy Fernsby

[baphmochii]

Aki x Sal (adult x adult).

I love self shipping sm, as long as it isn't anything problematic.

[myedisjustpeachy]

If any Sally Face fans are still out there, please read or at least check out my new Sally Face fanfiction. All my chapters are 1,000+ words and in new chapters, it switches to third person. It is cross-posted on Wattpad. It is an xoc but i’m only tagging it as an xreader here for the purpose of spreading the word. 

[kewkcommissions]

A sketch commission for @missrosiesworld of her OC, Gabriela, and Sally hitting the dance floor (and sending sparks flying) during Lisa and Henrys wedding reception 🌻💛

[zeidarafisherdarling]

More Older Art

Some more older art of Sal and Zeidara. 💕

[cutelystealsyourtoenails]

Some doodles of Jayden being Jayden during drawing club

[vi3w-monst3rr]

park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me

alt version under the cut

[bonbons-artdump]

SAL FISHER DESERVES TO BE TOLD HE IS BEAUTIFUL!

tiktoks being mean. But here is my self indulgrnce. Oc telling sal he is beautiful, also can we all agree Heathers is great?

[yeagerprincess]

Rockstar!Sal Fisher x Popstar!Reader

It's all smut

Image found on Pinterest!

This is from a rockband AU ive been daydreaming about 💕

That cologne was practically an aphrodisiac. Your eyes drank in every detail of him; the way he sprawled out languidly in his bean bag, the way he spread his legs comfortably with his guitar perched across his lap, how he rolled his head back and bobbed his head to the tune of his strings, placid and casual with eyes fluttered shut. A smile crept its way across his scarred lips when he felt your fingertips threading their way through his messy, cyan locks. You plant little kisses all over his bare face, making him giggle boyishly.

"I thought you wanted me to serenade you?" He mused, sitting his guitar aside to pull you into his lap instead. "Looks like my little canary would rather sing for me instead."

That mischievous glint in his eyes wasn't lost on you. You'd been away from each other for far too long, both busy with touring and fan meetups, leaving you basically with zero time to yourselves. But tonight, you two found yourselves all alone with no rehearsals to attend, no interviews, or photoshoots, what with the tour being over. What were a couple of lovebirds to do with all this downtime?

Your skin felt on fire wherever he touched you, your body instinctively giving into his wordless commands. His warm, calloused hands speak to your body, your spine caving in and arching when he strokes you there. He watches hungrily as you arch your back on top of him until finally, he can't take the sight of you anymore. He wraps his strong, toned arms around your waist and latches his teeth onto your throat, coaxing a breathy, gaspy moan from you. "Missed you so much, Sally Baby."

"I missed you too, baby. Missed you so fuckin' much."

The two of you waste no time undressing each other. The taste of your skin is all he can think about as drives his hips down into you. He has you pinned on your stomach, teeth deep in the nape of your neck as he growls and moans into your flesh. "F-Fuck me, Sally!" You cry out desperately as your pussy clenches around his thick dick, making him hook his elbow underneath your chin, effectively trapping you in a chokehold. "Take it for me, princess," he whispers into your ear before nipping at the shell of it, tugging and licking at the delicate flesh until you dig your nails into his arms. "That's it, baby, take it for me. You're a good girl, squeezing on my cock like that."

You whine and whimper into his bicep as you bite down on his muscles to silence yourself. "None of that. I said I wanted my little songbird to sing for me. Now sing." In an instant, he adjusts his hips to point the tip of his cock straight down into your sweet spot, making you squeal and squirm and writhe beneath him. "Harder, Sally! Ooooh, just like that! G-Gonna cum for you, gonna cum all over that dick, baby!"

Sal lets out a deep, guttural groan from deep in his chest when he feels your pussy squeezing down on his angry cock. He bullies his dick into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back as you finally give into your orgasm. As you writhe beneath him, he holds you steady by your hips, marveling at the sight of your plump, bouncy cheeks and thighs rippling with each crash of his hips. "A-Ah, mmmh, look at me! L-Look at me, Sally, pleeeease," you whine as you peer back at him, eyes locking with his blue ones. The way your eyebrows are furrowed, pretty eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and tongue slightly poking out past those puffy, quivering lips has Sal in a trance. The sound of your wet pussy gushing all around him is just too much, and he finally snaps. He's so sexy like this; completely lost in his pleasure, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out as he ruts into you like a wild animal, both your juices mixing and dripping all down your thighs. He's so fucking sexy, it makes you want him all over again.

He releases you from his chokehold and snakes his fingers underneath your chin, gently gripping at your plush cheeks to make you pout before kissing you tenderly. You moan into his kiss, savoring the feeling of his lips, the taste of your pussy on his tongue, the warmth of his breath. He's intoxicating.

When he pulls away, he's wearing an entirely different expression from before. That smoldering, sexy casanova was long gone and had instead been replaced by your sweet, doting, golden retriever of a boyfriend.

"Bath time?"

[deadsnothere]

Mr. Larry jo jo man Johnson.

Synopsis - A new face in an old place.

WARNINGS!! - MENTIONS OF MURDER, SLITTING, AND MORE GRUESOME THINGS. THIS IS A SALLY FACE FAN FICTION WHERE I ONLY KEEP A BIT OF THE CANON LIKE GHOST AND SHIT BUT FUCK THE CULT!

Request - no i'm not taking them sorry xoxo

Word count - 2.2k

Speak Ali! - no

Summer junior year, a blue haired boy moved into Addison apartments.

He lived in 402 while I lived in 404. His dad said hello to my mother but I had no plans of talking with the son he mentioned while talking to her. Even if she put me up to it anyways. I was fine with just Larry, Ash, and Todd. We were an odd group with completely different personalities but we always somehow didn't murder each other. We even enjoyed each other's company! Shocking, I know.

That was until I waltzed into Larry's house after he called me on the walkie-talkie, saying he had something important to tell me. I of course answered back with the fact I had my own news. When I walked in I heard sanity fall’s blasting as usual. Opening his door Screaming over his music, as I always do when Lisa wasn't home. “LARRY JO JO MAN JOHNSO-...son.” I quickly shut myself up when I saw a blue haired person standing near Larry. Larry turned down the music, laughing his ass off as he did so.

“HAHA, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE-” I quickly ran to Larry, elbowing him in the chest before turning to the blue haired person in front of me, putting on a cheesy smile and pushing my hand out for them to shake as Larry dramatically clutches his chest. “Hello I'm Alias Foreman. Completely normal, I swear.” Larry stopped groaning in pain and started laughing. “HAHAHA YOU NORMA-” I stepped on his foot, enough to make him shut up but not really hurt him. “OW dammit Ali.” The person in front of me took my hand and shook it nervously. “I'm Sal, Sal fisher. Friends call me Sally face.

“Nice to meet you!” looking down at Larry, who was now wrapping his arms around his chest, kneeling trying to keep steady after I knocked him down abit. “I see you met Mr. Larry Jo Jo man Johnson.” Sal did a slow nod and looked down with me to what I assume is his new friend. “Yeah his mom gave me a keycard and said I should come meet her son.” I looked up to him nodding along with him. “Ah, sucked in by Lisa’s kindness. Thought her son would be the same but instead came down to find a dumbass, I feel for you.”

Sal laughed as Larry looked up at me, offended. “Excuse me! I was the one tricked here!” He took my leg in his arms and started to shake me around, making me fall. I fell on top of Larry, dramatically drew my hand out and gasped. I could feel Larry roll his eyes as I did a whole little spiel about how “horrible Larry was” and “Save me from this monster Sal”. When I was dramatically laid, there was my hand out and the other on my forehead. Sal was holding an arm to his stomach from laughing so hard.

I finally got a good look at him, he was..cute. He wore red torn up pants, a black long sleeved shirt on, as well as a prosthetic mask, the softest looking blue hair circled around his mask, and a beautiful pair of blue eyes looked down at me. He obviously had noticed me staring at him when he stopped laughing and looked away from me, either in embarrassment or flusteredness. I gasped slightly and tried my hardest to stand up but was thwarted by Mr. Larry JoJo Johnson himself. Who after my few seconds of staring at Sally decided to wrap his legs around my torso and started to jab me in the side with his entire hand.

I jumped trying to get away from him but he held me in place. “HAHA- S-SAL HELP-” I reached my hand out and to my surprise, he actually took it. Pulling me up and onto the steady ground, Out of Larry's clutches. “NOO! My victim- come back!” He complained loudly, reaching for me. I shook my head at him and started re-thinking everything, the word Victim triggering a memory in my head.

I watched Larry get up and grabbed his shoulders, shaking them a bit. “Wait! Larry, why did you call me down? Because if it's the same as what I have to tell you- we're fucked.” His eyes widened with shock as he probably forgot to. “Oh shit dude! I completely forgot about that for a second.” I nodded along with him and let go of his shoulders. “Larry, does this have to do with Mrs.Sanderson?” he silently nodded with a frown on his face. Sal beside us looked around, but I couldn't tell if he was confused or not.

“Oh Sal, I'm so sorry. You moved in as someone is about to move out..” Sal looked me in the eye, obviously confused. “Is that what those police officers were for? Mrs. Sanderson?” I looked over to Larry who started nodding so I did the same. “Yeah..She was murdered last night and I'm pretty sure I know who.” I snapped my head over to him with wide eyes. “WHO- Do you know it's Charley too?” I looked over to Sal. “He lives on the second floor, I don't like going near him after what happened last summer…I'll explain it when we know each other a little better.” He gave me a thumbs up and we both looked towards Larry, who started talking again.

“I'm pretty sure it is- I was helping Mrs. Sanderson yesterday- with her clogged toilet, Like I said I would after you went home..I was just finishing up when I heard him burst in, yelling like a maniac. She tried to calm him down, but before she could even get a few words out, he was cutting her throat open.” A part of my heart dropped, and so did I. I sat down on Larry's bed, a hand over my eyes. “I was shocked, couldn't move. I was frozen by fear, man. Just peeking through the crack in the bathroom door.” … “Anyways it all happened so fast and then he cleaned up quickly and left. I don't know how, but he didn't even see me.” I want to throw up. There was a silence before Larry cut it again. “I haven't told anyone yet, not even my mom. But I trust you two.”

“What the fuck is up with that dude.” - “I know it's- it was horrifying.” Larry answered back. I looked over to Sal to see what he thought about this, but I couldn't tell much, other then his eyes bored into the carpeted floor. “Did you tell the cops at all?” Sal finally spoke after a bit of silence from all three of us. “I tried to tell the detective by the entrance but he didn't believe me..me and Alias don't have the best record with the police.” I sighed and lifted my head from my palm. “I almost ran into him after he killed her-” Both of them looked at me with wide eyes. “I- I-...I almost ran into him..he didn't try anything but after i heard the scream and my parents called the police I looked outside..just peeked and I saw him, he was wearing medical gloves and looked around but once he saw me he ran away.” A shiver went down my spine, while I thought about what I saw. Sal put a hand on my right shoulder while Larry put a hand on my left and sat down beside me on his bed.

Sal removed his hand gently, looking around and stopping his eyes trail on the police scanner. “What's that?” Both Larry and I looked up. “Oh that's my Police scanner. I can listen in on local cop chatter.” The questioner looked quite confused. “How the hell did you get this thing?” Me and Larry looked at each other the question bringing up a very interesting memory for us both. “That's a story for another day. but, hey you just gave me a great idea.” Larry walked towards the scanner. “If I make a fake call, maybe that can distract them long enough for you to sneak into 403.” - “Maybe we can find some kind of evidence to show that detective, something they weren't looking for, then he’ll fucking believe us.” “Pretty quick to sign me up for the break in.” I looked over to Sal, who was obviously joking.

“Well i gotta make the call, and alias is-” Larry was quick to rebuttal, but Sal just waved him off. “I'm just messing with you, I'm totally up for this, I've been watching to peek inside that room anyways.” Larry turned on the radio and started tuning it to get to the correct channel. “Sweet! Alias, do you wanna go with?” I looked up from the scanner to see that both of them were staring at me. “..not really- but! I have something I could give you for now.”

I walked over to Larry's dresser and plucked one of the two Walkie-Talkies off it. “Here, we were going to give it to Todd, but we can always buy a new one. Press that shift button and it’ll give you an option to call either Me or Larry. For now call Larry but I'll call you when I get back to my room.” Sal held eye contact with me for a second while he nodded and put it in his pocket, it stuck out a bit but either way his outfit looked pretty cute. I sat back down on Larry's bed, falling back to lay down. Larry continued talking to Sal while I found one of the many stuffed animals I'd left in Larry's room whenever I came over, attaching myself to it. My eyes ping ponged their conversation.

“So what's the plan?” - “I'll call in a bank robbery, hostage situation. That should clear out the cops for sure. Guessing that’ll give us a few minutes before they figure out it wasn't real. You gotta be upstairs when we do that, so we can make those minutes count. Call me on the Walkie-talkie, It should already be set to the right channel. Alias will answer back once I’ve called it in, and you can go check out the room. Then I can give you a heads up too, once I know the cops are coming back. and report to Alias if you find anything.” - “Sounds solid to me.” - “head to your room and let me know when you’re ready.”

My eyes followed Sal as he walked out, Pigtails bouncing. As soon as the door was shut Larry looked over to me. “Alias.” Oh god. I already knew what he was going to say. “Larry, I swear to the gods-” He walked over to me and jumped on the bed. “Nope- you're not getting out of it.” I rolled my eyes at him and picked up a pillow from the top of his bed, covering my face with it. “Be Careful you might pick up the wrong pillow.” I screamed and quickly stood up, off the bed.

“EW YOU'RE DISGUSTING-” He busted in laughter. “I'M KIDDING, I’M KIDDING.” I sat back down next to him, rolling my eyes. We sat in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up. “He was kinda cute-” - “I KNEW IT! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SALLY FACE!” He jumped up and pumped his fist in the air in triumph, because he thought he was right. “Oh shut up!- it's not like I'm in love with him OR have a crush on him! He's just cute-..” a knock came to the door as soon as I stopped talking. My hands started shaking slightly as Larry yelled out. “It's open!”

Sal walked back in the room, the tips of his ears red. “Maybe just switch the bank robbery with an armed robbery like a gas station or drug store.” We both looked at him confused, My face was bright red so I laid back down and hid it in a stuffed animal. “S-So it's more believable-” Larry nodded while laughing. “Hmm, yeah i guess you’re right. Good call, Sally!” He closed the door again, leaving me to jump Larry. “I’M GONNA KICK YOUR- COME HERE.” I picked up the pillow from earlier and started to beat him with it. “YOU ASS WAD- IF HE HEARD WHAT YOU SAID- IM GONNA.” Larry was laughing too hard to take me seriously. He grabbed the pillow from me with a bit of struggle and sat me down on his bed with the walkie-talkie, and turned up his record player.

Once Sal made his way up to his own room and called us, Larry made the call to the police then he made his way out, after handing me a pen and pad to write things down.

He found a few things while he was there, mostly murdery stuff I had written down.

“There's a broken coffee table with some books.” I adjusted the notepad again to start writing a bulleted list down. “Anything suspicious?” - “Just looks like junk to me.” I told him to keep moving and tried my best not to get paranoid. “Man, this is pretty twisted.” I sighed softly and nodded, but realized he couldn't see me. “Mhm.” The thought of seeing that room made my blood curdle. “There's these little figures. Looks like one is missing, I can see a small clearing in the blood.” and a missing pony from Mrs.Sanderson collection with blood pooling underneath it. “Sal. Make your way back. I have an idea of how we can prove it.” It made my blood boil, and my skin crawl. I stood up from Larry's bed and turned up the music hoping that would drown out my paranoid thoughts, just playing sanity until he got back.

“Sanderson and Charley both collected those weird toys, they’re nuts over those things.” Larry was explaining it to Sal while I continued to lay on the floor spread like a starfish. “Mrs.Sanderson got a super rare one, i think. She was telling me about that day I was fixing her toilet.” She told me about it that morning when I passed her while she was taking her trash out. “Anyways, I bet you Charley couldn't resist taking it! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that's why he offered her in the first place.” He looked down at me and patted my head. “That dude has always did give me the creeps. After what happened last summer..” I smiled back at Larry before sitting up, Sal spoke up next. “Wow, this is crazy. This guy definitely needs to get caught. We can't live in a building with a murderer.” I nodded. “Exactly.” There was silence after that, both of the boys were surprised I spoke up.

We were all sitting in silence for a minute, which seemed to be a theme today. I could feel the tension, it was so thick..Until i spoke up. “I gotta go into charley's room and grab the toy he stole.” Larry looked at me completely shocked and immediately stood up. “Alias are you fucking crazy? You know what he did the last time you tried to steal one of those things!” I winced at the mention and looked away from Larry. “I-It's fine- I'm older now I can do better.” Larry wasn't hearing it. “No, I don't care how old you are. You are not going in there alone, I would rather kill him myself than do that to you.” Sal was watching this interaction from the sidelines, obviously confused but understanding at the same time.

“What if I go with them?”

[coupleofasexuals]

The "I'd fuck me" sweater is so canon- / El suéter de "I'd fuck me" es tan canon- (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃

[baphmochii]

got em' locked in a headlock 👀❤️💙

[r3stingangel]

You wanna know what I hate? People who don't tag properly, whether it be on AO3, Tumblr, ECT. Tags exist for a fucking reason.

A great example of not tagging properly is a fic I found that was marked "Dazai/reader" so it must be an x reader, right? WRONG! It was a Dazai x AN OC. AN OC WITH A WHOLE ASS NAME.

It pisses me tf off

[kewkcommissions]

Scribble commission for @thegracelessfaceless- a scene from her sweet and spicy Sal Fisher x Reader imagine, 'Sal Fisher and His Lady Love Have a Spa Day' 🛀🧼✨💙💙💙