#larry johnson x y/n

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₊˚⊹♡ Sal And Larry bot. Prompt: You were hanging out in the basement of Addison Apartments with your best friends Larry and Sal. It's late and Larry asks you an important question...

₊˚⊹♡ Sal Fisher bot. Prompt: You're Travis' non-identical twin sister. You're listening to the whispers as you walk down the corridor when someone bumps into you, knocking your books onto the floor. Suddenly, a blue-haired man offers to help you - Sally Face.

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[boybandposter]

[One Shot: “Paint me the Moon“]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Larry Johnson 🤍

⤷𐙚 It’s your seventeenth birthday, and Larry wants to give you a gift ♡︎

⤷𐙚 word count: 1.6K

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A gentle plume of smoke spilled from your lips as you leaned further back into the couch. After a full day of partying with Ashley, Sal, and Larry, you four finally got to unwind at your apartment. Sadly, your parents were still gone due to business— promising to make up for it once they returned. Just another common occurrence, but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to have everyone over to just hang out anyways.

You took another drag of your blunt before speaking, “Being seventeen is great and all, but it’s just another year of high school.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a lax smile. You heard Ash and Larry chuckle, and Larry crossed his legs over your lap.

“Just drop out, dumbass. You could always do pole dancing like you joke around abo—“ Larry couldn’t even finish his sentence before you threw a decorative pillow at his face.

“Come on, you know those are jokes. Kinda. Maybe.” You kept changing your words and passed the rest of your joint to Sal, who sat quietly on the ottoman. He was more talkative earlier, but it was getting late and it had been a long day.

As if on queue, Ashley stood from the floor and stretched, a small crack coming from her back. You hadn’t noticed, but she shot Sally a look as if indicating some secret message. “Well, I dunno about you guys, but I’m beat.” She talked as she picked up a bit of the mess, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sal stood up as well and ran his hair through his blue locks.

“Same, and I gotta feed Gizmo. When we stopped at my apartment my dad was out, so I can only assume he still is.” His voice was slightly muffled by his prosthetic as he spoke, and he trudged over to where you sat. Sal grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a tight hug. He wished you happy birthday for the millionth time, telling you how grateful he was for you and that he wanted you to trip and eat grass (you had shoved him earlier at the lake and he nearly did the same).

You laughed and pulled away from his arms and was quickly met by Ashley’s embrace, where she nearly squished the life from your frame, spouting quick words of ‘I love you so much’ and ‘happy birthday’. Ash planted a quick kiss on your cheek and looked at Larry, who still sat on the couch lazily. Soon after, it was just you and Larry at your apartment. It wasn’t uncommon by any means— almost every other time all four of you hung out, Larry stayed behind to keep you company. Or you two would simply hang out with each other when the other two were busy.

You nestled back to your spot on the couch and put your own legs above Larry this time, his large palm resting on top of your shin. You could’ve sworn that for a split second, Larry ran his thumb back and forth, but you had smoked a little so you ignored it. But what really threw you off was that he was just… staring. His brown eyes reached into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like. After what felt like an hour, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“Sorry I had spaced out, I was just thinking.”

“You? Think? I don’t think so.” Your laugh was cut short as he pinched your ankle, making you squeal and flinch. “Sorry, sorry! It was too good to pass up. And you definitely set yourself up for that one.”

Larry rolled his eyes and sighed with a soft smile on his face. He almost looked ethereal in the dimly lit room, and you had to shake yourself mentally to avoid staring… again. “I was going to give you a little something for your big day, but maybe you don’t want it after all.” He admitted with a shrug and a simple tilt of his head.

“What?! C’mon, now I’m curious! You never give gifts, so please? I’ll be super nice this time!” You pleaded with him, but the grin on your face contradicted your words. Your hands mimicked a praying motion as you sat up on the couch. your mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what he could’ve brought. Whatever it was, you were bound to cherish it forever and you knew you were going to write this moment down in your journal later.

Larry stood up from the cushions and pulled his long hair into a loose bun that hung at the nape of his neck. “You better behave then. And close your eyes, y/n. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we now?”

You immediately complied and placed your hands over your eyes. All you could do was listen as he shuffled around the room, but you knew it was pointless. A comfortable silence filled the room, until Larry broke it with a heavy exhale. “Alright, I guess you can take a look now.”

“You guess? What do you…” You trailed off as you removed your hands, ad you were met face-to-face with the most gorgeous portrait of yourself. Your eyes scanned and admired every minuscule detail, from the way your hair had clung to your skin to the wrinkles of your smile. Not a single word escaped your tongue.

Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks unbeknownst to you as you turned to Larry, who looked anxious to his core. His hands opened and closed as he waited for something, anything— He wanted you to hurry and tell him that you hated it, or that he got your face wrong. God, this was making his heart pound like crazy.

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping upwards to meet your gaze.

“Larry… it’s beautiful. I— God, I don’t even know what to say, I…” Your eyes flickered between the painting and the man in front of you.

Larry rubbed the back of his neck and shoved his other hand in his pocket. “Maybe a thank you would work for now?” He chuckled breathlessly and a weight was immediately lifted off his shoulders. But for him, he had one more thing planned out for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth as you wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, shaking your head to try and collect yourself.

Before Larry could even make up a shitty excuse, you were wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. His brain stopped for a moment, any witty comments flying from his thoughts. Without too much waiting, you felt his arms slide around your waist. “I’m glad you like it y/n. I was actually pretty fucking nervous to give it to you.” Larry chuckled in your ear and pulled away just enough to see your face.

You quirked your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion. Normally Larry wouldn’t have any problem showing you his work. Every time he finished a piece he would invite you over to see it. “Why would you be nervous about it? It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen from you.” You questioned him innocently, the evident curious tone taking place in your voice.

Larry’s gaze flickered away from yours for a brief moment, “That’s where the second part of my ‘gift’ comes in. That’s really the reason I’m nervous.” He explained with a deep exhale. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he suddenly felt.

“Y/n…. I know I’m not the best person around, that much is obvious. But… can I be your boyfriend?” His cheeks flared pink at his quickly spoken question. Both of you sat in a shocked silence but what else were you supposed to do?

Larry couldn’t believe he had actually worked up the guts to ask, and you? You yet again found yourself staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your own cheeks burnt, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that he asked to be your boyfriend. Emotions ran through your body, but the most prominent of them was the sheer and utter joy of it all. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have a crush on Larry, but you always thought it was a hopeless case. But everything is different now. “Are you being serious? Like, this isn’t a joke?”

Larry simply shook his head with a sheepish look plastered on his slender face. Were you that repulsed by the idea of dating him?

You shrieked and found yourself hugging him so hard that he nearly stumbled backward onto the couch. Larry was too shocked to even say anything but managed to hold your waist as his mind short-circuited. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening right now!” You giggled and bounced on your toes, your hold on his body never once loosening. Every other gift paled in comparison (except for the painting, which was the second favorite) to his words. “Fuck, I could kiss you right now!” Your eyes widened at your own words and you blankly gazed at him to await his reaction.

Larry’s hands ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. They stopped to cup your face, his own crooked-tooth smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Well, I am your boyfriend now. Go crazy. Please.” Larry whispered the last word and you couldn’t even stop yourself from kissing him senseless.

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⤷𐙚 author’s note: PLEASE I actually love Larry so much it makes my head hurt. I was going to make it a little longer but it didn’t happen🗿

[eeeeuuughggg]

the whole confession thing

anon: “ LET ME BE UR FIRST ANON😜 ill be 🎸 but anyways i loved ur larry general headcanons, i would love to see some headcanons of how you think he would confess his feelings, im a sucker for confessions🤭 ”

notes: THANK YEWWW omg i needed something to get me back into writing ur a saviour (i forgot to make it headcanons OOPS)

w/c: 478

warnings: none

You and Larry were sitting outside 7-Eleven, slurpees in hand and your backs uncomfortably pressed against the brick wall. He's listening to you a lot more than he normally seems to be, because it feels like you're the only one that's really talking— and that's unusual. You wanna know why? Larry never shuts up when he's with you.

You turn to look at him, and that makes things a bit weird because he was already looking at you. He turns his head away and you sigh, brows furrowed in confusion. “Are you alright, dude?” There's silence for a second, and then he looks back over at you.

“Yeah, man, 'm good. Jus' chillin.” He hums in reply, trying to play it cool, and failing fucking miserably, which he usually does.

“..Alright, I'm just checking.” You murmur, staring at him for a second longer. Pausing, you add, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Larry swallows. “Yeah,”

“I've just been thinking, lately. Like, a lot.” Trying to lighten the awkward situation you've gotten yourself into, you smile and poke fun at him. “You don't think a lot, do ya?”

“Shut up, man. I'm serious.” He groans, looking away yet again and down at his drink, focusing on anything but you.

“Do you really mean it, dude? Like, do you mean it when you say I can tell you anything? 'Cause, like, I don't want you to hate me, man. I couldn't handle that shit.”

“I mean it, Larry. Promise.” You're anxious, wondering about what he's going to say. Usually you can guess what's going to happen with him; you practically know him like the back of your hand, he's your best friend, right?

Nothing more, nothing less.. right? Right? Right. You reassure yourself that you're just setting yourself up to be hurt and zone back in just in time to listen to him.

“Look, man,” He turns to you, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don't wanna ruin our friendship, 'kay? 'Cause you're like, fucking sick, y'know? It's just, like, lately, I feel like I don't want you to be just my friend. Do you know what I mean?”

Before you can answer, he cuts you off. “And if you don't like me like that, then that's totally cool, man, I understand. I just need to tell you how I feel in case you feel the same. I don't want it to be like, 'what could have been?', do you feel me?”

Beginning to start another mini-monologue, you cut him off. “I feel the same way.” Simple and short, and enough to shut Larry up. “You do?” He asks, looking at you almost dumbfounded. “Do you want to, like, do anything with that? It'd be awesome if we could, I dunno, maybe go out sometime. If you're cool with that.”

“I'm cool with that.” You smile.

“Sweet.”

[killemwithkawaii]

I just tested positive for covid and am feeling ✨not so funky fresh✨ and thinking about Sal and Larry taking care of me is the only thing keeping me going 😭💕

Just imaging them bundling their pathetic sick little s/o (me) up in fluffy blankets, feeding me soup, cuddling me and petting my hair!! They are so sweet and they (Sal in particular) would be SO good at taking care of their sick s/o 🥺😷💕

“baby, what’re you doing up? Don’t worry I’ll get you whatever you need just rest”

“No you’ll get sick too 🥺” “And leave my baby here alone? Fat chance 😤”

“Open wide baby you gotta eat at least a few bites~” “such a good baby for me”

“I know the medicine is gross sweetheart but it’s gonna make you feel better!”

They would totally spoil their pathetic sick little s/o and wait on them hand an foot no matter their protest 🥺 just lots of snuggling and hand feeding and petting. Sal softly playing the guitar while Larry’s deep voice rumbles in my ear and lulls me to sleep 😩💕

- 🥚

>SO SWEET!! I especially love the part with them petting you and lulling you to sleep together... 🥺👉👈💖

>I feel like Larry knows what he's doing, having taken care of his mom whenever she'd get her yearly colds, and would make sure you had what you needed within reach, comfort you when it's needed, and otherwise give you space to rest, while Sal would be such a mother hen and would compulsively check on you any time he hears a sniffle or thinks of something you might need.... Between the two of them, they definitely have you covered 👍🍲🌡💊💕

>I really hope that with a combination of R&R and heaps of f/o love, you've made a swift recovery and you're feeling better now, 🥚 anon! 🤗💖

>In case you're not, here's a comic of Sal and I that I drew when I had covid last year (I know it's no fun at all, but a kith from those cold prosthetic lips sure does help! 🤒💖)

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: he isn't yours so why do you get so jealous?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: jealously, you're possessive but sal likes it, he doesn't believe anyone would love him :( cringy confession; reader is a dork i fear (she is me)

⊱✿⊰ notes: i heard this song and had this daydream and was like dang this would be a fire fanfic so here we are. ALSO WHERE ARE ALL THE SALLY FACE FANS LIKE I WRITE FOR IT GUYS NOTICE ME ahem anyway

⊱✿⊰ taglist: @fashionablysouly @kozumesphone

You had a secret: you were excruciatingly and agonizingly in love with your best friend, Sal Fisher. Okay so maybe it wasn't a secret to anyone except for Sal himself but it was still something you would rather die before Sal found out. He definitely didn't see you that way and he would probably reject you immediately if he found out. So it was safer to just not say anything.

He didn't need to know about the nights spent screaming into your pillow or crying in Ashley's arms over how sickeningly giddy his voice made you. He didn't need to know how easily he made your heart beat like you ran a marathon or how easily he made you feel like your head was in the clouds.

However that led to dilemmas such as the one you found yourself in currently. You were probably the most aware of Sal'a attractive but unfortunately, you were not the only one to notice it. So it was common as was happening right then, to find a girl start talking his ear off obviously trying to flirt with him.

"You're so funny, Sallyy," The girl giggled, sitting across from Sal at the cafeteria table. You tried to stop your glare from settling into your face but it was far too late, jealousy was disease that affected you quickly and viciously.

She was beautiful with tanned skin and soft lips, she was perfect and far more in the league of someone as incredible of Sal. But no, she doesn't deserve Sal. She doesn't know him like you do, she doesn't ache in her bones at the thought of being near him. She can't have him.

"You might as well leave." Larry commented to her, seeming far to amused as he glanced at you. You felt self conscious and tried to relax your face from the deadly look you had been casting on that girl. He continued, "[Name] is far too jealous to let you stay for much longer."

Murder should be legal, you quickly decided as you shot a look at Larry that made him well aware he would not be living for much longer. Why the hell would he say that? In front of Sal too?

Did he want you to die of heartbreak? Surely Larry fucking Johnson was praying on your downfall because there is no other logical reason for him to have done that. Unless he has a death wish.

"[Name] isn't dating Sal. Isn't that right, honey?" The girl replied, placing her hand over top Sal'`. That was when you snapped; how dare she touch Sal?

Before you could fully process thinking you grabbed her wrist and yanked it away from Sal. You looked at her, trying to cool the inferno of anger in your gaze as you said, "That boy is mine. Touch him again and I break all of your bones."

The girl let out a whimper and quickly rushed away, leaving a majority of the lunch room's eyes on you. You sunk into your seat, far too afraid to glance at the blue haired boy beside you. You were beyond embarrassed by your possessiveness, who were you to say he was yours?

Larry and Ashley were absolutely cackling, way too amused to see this side of you publicly outed to the boy you loved with your entire soul. Sal turned to look at you, his prosthetic hiding any hint of emotion you could have gotten.

"I'm yours?" He asked, his voice making your tummy rumble and roll. Even his voice was attractive, it physically wasn't fair to exist beside him and not have him to kiss and hold.

"Have you really not noticed, Sally?" Ashley asked, nudging you on the shoulder. You bit the inside of your cheek, preferring none of this to happen. Why did your feelings have to come out this way?

Sal made a confused noise but you grabbed his arm, and said, "Can I talk to you alone?" He nodded and let you lead him away from the lingering stares, into the hallway which was far more empty.

"What's up with you?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt his gaze on your face, making it warm even more. Although that didn't seem quite possible with how feverish every inch of your skin felt. You looked down at your shoes, trying to stall the confession.

"I don't want you dating anyone." You said finally, jealously arising yet again as you remember that girl flirting with Sal. He let out a huff of confusion, his eyes still directly on you. Crap, you had to explain more.

"Seeing those girls flirt with you or hearing them make those vile comments about the things they want to do to you. It makes me so angry, it isn't fair. I don't want you dating anyone except for me. I want you to be my boyfriend." You ranted, feeling your blood boil as you remember all the times you had gotten jealous.

When Sal froze, you realized what you said. Oh no no no, he is going to reject you and never talk to you again. If only there was a self destruct button on your body you could press in this moment.

He kept staring at you, making you wish you could see beneath his mask to have a guess at how he was feeling. How disgusted he might be at your ridiculous feelings for him.

"why do you like....me?" He finally asked, sounding shocked that you could have feelings for him. Your gaze shot back up to meet his, and you saw the surprise (and dare you say, happiness?) in his eye.

"Why wouldn't I like you, Sal? You're so amazing and god I love you so much I think I've gone insane." You replied, feeling almost breathless with this string of honesty. His body finally relaxed and you could almost sense the smile beneath his mask.

"I love you too, [Name.]" Sal replies quietly, "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You felt your lips part with surprise, not believing your ears. Sal must have noticed your shock because he laughed and leaned closer, interlacing your hand with his deliciously cold fingers.

"Yes, you can be my boyfriend." You said, rambling slightly. You must've been injected with a dose of caffeine because you kissed his mask right where his lips lay under. Then you ran away, giggling like a lunatic. You stopped in a hallway, feeling flushed and faint and giddy and ridiculous.

Finally that boy truly was yours.

[liminarystars]

S C E N I C

character: sal fisher

reader pronouns: n/a

a/n: not proof read, just sal fisher fluffiness. enjoy ♡︎

A soft hum escaped your lips as you tried to help Sal, helping him out with his bloody nose. The rag in your hands getting soiled with the crimson fluids.

You didn't understand why he did it. You found it reckless, from your point of view. Angering Travis... for what? That was the question looming over your head. Weighing down your thoughts.

You took another good look at Sal's face, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You seemed content whereas Sal was sobbing.

"What's wrong?" You cooed, wiping the tears off his face while his fingers fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic. Keeping that soft smile on your face.

"It's just.... you didn't scream... or get grossed out...." He mumbled, his voice strained from all his sobbing.

"Why would I? There's nothing wrong." You tried to help him regain some self confidence back, it maybe feeble, but you couldn't stand him thinking badly about his face.

You watched the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose scrunch up alongside the rest of his remaining nose skin.

"But... look at me! My ..... my face!" His adoring blue eyes seemed ready to cry again, well, one of them since one of his eyes were glass. And the nerves around the glass eye were damaged, making that eye unable to shed tears.

"Sal, you look handsome." Your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs rubbing both the scarred and unscarred skin. Feeling the textures under your fingertips and his tears hitting them.

"I am...?" His tone wavering. He looked vulnerable and precious with his face cupped in your hands.

"You are." A bright smile beared on his features and the saddened look faded into nothingness. He hugged and held you close. With a cheeky grin on his face he spoke,

"Hum to me again, I love your voice."

© 2024 liminarystars - all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate or plagerise my content.

[miistersunshin3]

Star Struck ☆

Sal Fisher x meangirl!reader

a/n : Hihi my first work on this acc!! Thank you for the motivation and inspo @baxndaid ╰(*´︶`*)╯ If you like my work feel free to send me requests!!

- Life at Nockfell High is like a game and you don’t play to lose, in your first year you and your friends have already made an image of yourself: you are known as the popular kids or rather the mean girls.

- It was quite easy to archive this image of yours, you have quite the nice figure; shiny hair which always looks perfect and your most envious trait: a gorgeous face with a pearly white smile.

- So with all these traits that made you the person you are, you were quickly proclaimed to be the Queen bee of Nockfell high.

- It seemed like every girl wanted to be you and every guy wanted to be with you!

- except for one specific group… your friends call them the freaks, the group consisting of Larry Johnson, Ashley Campbell and Todd Morrison.

- You’d often make fun of them for various things, like their lack of style or music taste as you would say. So no wonder they didn’t quite like you.

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- So one day while walking up to your locker which was right next to Larry’s your surprised to see a new kid, Larry called him Sally face.

- He seemed to have blue hair which was tied in pigtails and wore a mask that covers his whole face, you didn’t pay any mind to him except for when one of your friends spoke:

“Ugh great, the one time we get a new kid in school and he immediately needs to make friends with the freaks”

“Well would you rather him make friends with us? I wouldn’t, look at him” your other friend speaks.

“Yeah you’re right, are you some kind of creep? You look weird with that mask” the first one asks him in a sarcastic tone.

“Well at least none of us have to take two hours before school to get ready to have friends” Ashley says in a snarky tone.

“Oh shut it Campbell, some of us actually care about looking presentable, unlike you..” you say with a smile while walking away with your friends chuckling.

- Well yeah.. let’s just say Sal didn’t really find you all that amusing to be around.

- But at lunch times he just couldn’t help starting at you: the way your hair sits oh so perfectly on your head, the way the color your wearing makes your best features stand out beautifully and the way when your laughing the people are able to see your charming smile (even if it sometimes was him and his friends you were laughing about)

- And the poor boy thought you wouldn’t notice him staring, but you noticed it all and lowkey (highkey) found it cute and kind of pathetic how mesmerized he looked.

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- One afternoon when the whole gang was hanging out in Larry’s room, Ashley asked Sal if he found anyone in school cute.

- And well….i hate to break it to you Ash (*´ー｀*)

“Cmon Sally tell usss, we deserve to know” she says in a slightly demanding tone.

“Yeah dude we won’t judge” Larry chimed in.

And then the dam broke..

“…you can’t be serious right now Sal” Ash says in disbelief.

“Dude like for real are you okay? Really? Her? She torments you like every day.. and her friends are massive assholes” Larry adds.

Sal just shrugs, all of the sudden finding the carpet very interesting.

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- When they got back to school the next week of course you hadn’t decided to stop what you were so passionate about doing; pulling on his backpack to make him stumble back and then adding a snarky comment like “Watch your feet Sally face” while chuckling, flicking his head or pulling on one of his pigtails to set him off guard or just generally making fun of his prosthetic with your friends.

- To be completely honest even if it’s a cliche, you just wanted a reaction out of him because you just found it to amusing when he’d get all stuttery after you’d say something to him, even though he wouldn’t react like that if it was someone else saying that to him.

- But what would happen on Thursday, he could have only dreamt of..

Once again Travis was being his usual self when finding Sally and Larry in the hall during one of the breaks. “Why do you even come to school, nobody wants to see that freakshow of a ‘face’. You’re a waste of space Fisher, always will be” he spat at him.

You on the other hand were just in the bathroom, near where they were standing, overhearing everything. For some reason you felt angry, at Travis that is… why did you feel like this?

You decide to say something too, in your typical fashion.

Walking past them you purposely bump into Travis, stop walking and snarl out

“Watch out Phelps, you’re standing in my way. Oh and by the way.. only I get to say stuff like that, you understand?”

As you continue to walk past them you look back only to see Sal looking at you as well, you turn back around, after sending him a quick teasing smile and a small wink that is. (^_−)−☆

You may have not seen it but after you turn around Sal is beet red under his prosthetic, I guess it does come in handy sometimes…

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A/N : I hope you guys liked it! Like I said feel free to send me requests (^^)v

Reader and Sal:

[bruhhxiao]

Does it hurt?

(Sfw)

Sal Fisher x gn!reader

! Warnings: older(adult) Sal fisher, self doubt, no Y/N used, English is not my first language!

Summary: You and Sal have been into each other for a while now but non of you two confessed your feelings. You two are laying on his bed after the party that Larry hosted in their now shared apartment.

(I toke this picture on Pinterest but I’m pretty sure it’s from> makichoali on Tumblr)

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You were laying on his bed after the party since no one seemed to pick up the phone and come get you Larry offered to stay over, but the most surprising thing is that Sal offered to shared the bed.

You knew some of his past, Larry has told you, it didn’t came by itself you asked him about Sal after the rumors you heard in school and you grew older without the need to hear it from him, you knew it hurt.

You sat on the edge of the bed when the door was suddenly opened by Sal, he was shirtless for a few seconds before he grabbed a clean t-shirt from his closet and wore it without paying attention to you, he passed some clothes to you as well.

“The bathroom is free” he said simply, you toke the clothes thanking him and head to the bathroom after.

When you returned there was no sign of him, just a pillow missing from the bed, you sat on the soft mattress just to find out he was laying on the floor on the left side of the bed. You leaned over to the end of the left side of the bed.

“Sal what are you doing?”

“You can take the bed, the couch it’s pretty messed up and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said without even turning around.

“I’m not uncomfortable, please come lay on the bed. I’ll turn around if it bothers you”

“I’m not bothered by you”

He sits moving the blanket a little and he crosses his legs while his feet play under the fabric,

“When I was younger… they told you already, didn’t they?”

“Yes, yes Larry told me don’t get mad at him, i’m the one who asked”

He stood up and he brought his hands behind his head, you only realized when you heard the sound of the mask hooks opening. His face was covered by his long electric blue hair as he looked down, he wasn’t too skinny, he had some muscle on the biceps, probably from playing the electric guitar.

He managed to sit down without showing his face, he took some cream to heal the scars from the nightstand next to the bed, he didn't need it since the accident was quite a while ago, maybe he used it to hydrate his skin and make it less rough? or perhaps he hoped that by applying it over time they would become less noticeable.

The smell of medicine coming from the cream woke you up from your thoughts. He put the cream down where he got it from. You could see through his hair the area of ​​his cheek with some loose cream on it.

You caressed the ruined skin with your right hand, you felt him jolt under your touch, you did also. “Does it hurt?”

When you asked if your touch hurt him he denied but you didn’t expect him to turn around, he was incredibly handsome, his blue eye looked like the clear sky, the scar from his right eye to the chin looked like a lightning, the right side of the mouth torn wasn’t scary at all…

“You’re disgusted? You’re scared?”

He says as he notices you freezing as you examined his face, he turns his head looking down while trying to avoid your hand touching his face.

“I like you.” You said firmly but you could feel the hot tears making their way in your eyes.

He was the one froze after your confession. You saw how his shoulders tensed up and his fists clenching on his pajama pants. He shove his head.

“Do you? Or you just pity me?”

“I don’t, I truly like you” you said sounding like you were about to soffocate by the felling of your heart in your throat.

“You shouldn’t, what are you going to do when they start talking of you liking a monster like me? I’ve done a lot of bad things, your reputation will be ruined”

“You’re not a monster to me..”

You said cupping his right cheek making him turn back to you, you leaned closer to the point he would feel the warm sensation of your lips on his cheek. He dried your tears with his thumb, your hand travelled to his cheek to the nape of his neck pulling him into your embrace. You sat on your knees while your left hand strokes his hair.

“You feel just like her, when she hugged me..”

“But I don’t want to see you as my mother. I want to live it with you” he continued.

“I like you a lot. You never gave me a second look when we first met, you never tried to make up assumptions about my past, you never saw me like a monster. They way you call me or they way you wave at me after our hang out with the others.” He wrapped his arms around you, his face snuggling in your neck.

You push him slightly away.

“Sal it’s 3 a.m we should rest.”

You lay down so he does, next to you on his pillow he grabbed from the floor. You two were facing each other, he dried you tears once again. He rested his left hand on your waist as you caressed left side of his face.

“You know you’re very handsome..”

“to you..”

“to me. Maybe for someone else too but I’m lucky to tell you tonight”

“I heard from Ashely you asked Larry to give you some guitar lessons..”

“true”

“Can I teach you?” He moves closer to you, your foreheads almost touching.

“I would love that…”

Your imagination of Sal teaching you how to play a guitar was interrupted by Sal himself, his lips pressed against yours. His left hand leaves your waist and rests against your neck as he pulls you closer, the kiss was slow but passionate, his touch was firm but delicate. He could hear your heart beat so you did with his.

He pushed you so close to the point he got on top, his hands seeking yours. intertwine his fingers with yours. He broke the kiss a few seconds later. He presses his forehead against yours, you could feel his breath shaking.

“I don’t want to hurt you..”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sal”

He kisses the beige of your nose and he lays next to you, you turn on your left side so you could face him, your leg under his and his leg under yours. His arms wrap around you and you can feel is long fingers tightening the fabric of the t-shirt he gave you like he didn’t want you to go. His breath calming down slowly, you press your forehead against his like it’s a safe signal between you two.

The next morning you wake up past 10 am. You felt the fresh air against your stomach, since the t-shirt was slightly showing a bit of skin, and your legs as well; next time ask Sal for longer pants. Thinking of Sal you open your eyes only to be blinded by the light from the window he opened to change the airflow, you spot Sal sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed while he was playing with his gear boy. You notice he wasn’t wearing his prosthesis.

You push yourself up with your arm as your rubber your eyes with the right hand.

“morning” he says

His always always so calm, the same tone but heartwarming the same time. He places the gear boy on the night stand and balances himself on his elbow just like you.

“Are you down for the first guitar lesson? But I think breakfast first sounds good for you.”

You smile at him and he kisses your forehead after. He gets up and grabs a hoodie for you.

“To be honest, you’ll hate my cooking skills”

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Heloo since it’s October and my favorite streamer is currently playing Sally face, I asked myself “why don’t I write for my childhood crush?” Yes y’all he is still today, well not gonna lie I have a weakness for creepy characters :3.

Hope you enjoyed and remember English is not my first language so don’t make me cry okay 😜. Have a good day/night. And my requests are open but it might take a while since I write for them because I got a chaotic busy life, sending a lot of love byeeee<3

[sallyfaceproduces]

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

SALLY FACE

• ugh sal is the sweetest

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

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

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

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

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

• Sally thinks you're the cutest ugh

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

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

LARRY

• he doesn't really care tbh

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

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

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

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

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

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

• he just also likes having you close to him

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

• also an excuse to walk you to class lol

[andreaheartscats]

Sally Face relationship headcanons

-> characters: Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Ashley Campbell

a/n: not proofread, sorry for any grammer mistakes i made!

Sal Fisher

He is very very sweet and caring but doesn't show it much in public since he doesn't want to make you feel ashamed of the fact that you're dating him.

You, a literal model, the most beautiful person he has ever seen his entier life!

In private he is very clingy and shows just how much he loves you. He showers you with compliments, gifts and such.

The dates he takes you in are absolutely adorable. He knows you don't like crowded places so he usually takes you out at night.

He takes you out to a random park at night and you both enjoy eachothers company and the night breeze while snacking on your favorite snacks and drinking your favorite drinks.

Sometimes you two would hangout in his apartmant when his dad is away. You would be in his room just chilling.

He would be working on some ghost equipment while you would lay on one of his bean bags with gizmo in your lap as he slept.

Imagine you two had a sleepover and then you had a big craving for some fast food. He would suggest that you two take a quick late night walk to the closest fast food open!

of course how could you deny such a thing.

you took Sals hoodie, even tho he was almost the same height as you, his hoodie fit you really nicely.

He would get all red in the face when he saw you in his hoodie but thankfuly for him, you couldn't see that due to his mask.

When the two of you arrived at the fast food place, it was pretty empty. Nockfell didn't have many people so it didn't suprise you really.

He orderd for the both of you and you enjoyed the food together.

In private, at his apartmant or your home . He would have his mask off around you. He really trusted you and you would trace your fingers over his scars brushing against them.

You never minded them, in fact you found him even more attractive. Of course you felt sorry for what happend to him but you loved him no matter what he looked like and he loved you.

Larry Johnson

Larry is such a cling. He is with you almost nonstop, he never leaves your side.

He loves you in both private and public, and he isn't afraid to show it. If a guy hits on you, be would on purpes put his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him while eying the guy up and down with his eyebrows frowned together.

He shows love for you in many ways. He buys you gifts, soo many teddy bears and roses, he writes songs for you and plays them on his guitar for you.

Larry is alwalys insisting on you spending the night at his. Of course how could you deny such a offer! His mom never minds when you're over. In fact she really likes you.

Whenever you were over, you would always have to sit for about 30 minutes with his mom Lisa to talk about Larry and poke fun at him! She would show you all his baby pics and of course he would get soo much embarrassed.

A blush would creep on his face while trying to drag you away from his mom into his room while you and his mom were laughing your asses off!

The two of you would cuddle 24/7. He would lay on you, with his full weight. And then you would rub his back and brush through his hair with your fingers while he shoves his head into your chest taking in your sweet scent.

Most of your time would be spend like this with him, cuddling and sleeping together.

Sometimes while you were lying on his bed, just spending some time with him, he would take that chance to paint you.

After hour or so you kinda noticed he was glancing at you nonstop. When you got up and walked over to him you saw a beautiful painting of you, half finished.

He would have his proud smile on his face with his fingers all messy in paint and his hair half up.

Ashley Campbell

She is the most caring person you'll ever meet! She loves you soooo so much. When she loves, she loves hard!

Ash really enjoys holding your hand and just clinging next to you, she is not afraid to show off her love for you in public at all.

Whenever you two would go on a date, you would get ready together. She would do your hair and your makeup if you wear some.

When it comes to outfits, it's like a runway show. You pick an outfit for her and she picks for you. Then both of you take your turns to show off the outfit other one picked out!

Whenever you're down, she takes you on a ride on her motorcycle. Mostly at night. The cold wind hitting your face, making you feel refreshed as you hold onto Ash while she drives god knows where.

Carnival dates are a must! Ash loves winning teddy bears and bunch of prizes for you. When she sees a fun ride, she just grabs your hand and literally drags you as she runs.

Ash loooves taking pictures, a lot of pictures. She has soo many photos of you and you two together. Once you two were making some pasta and she just snapped a random photo of you while you stirred the pasta.

If you have long hair (let's imagine you do) she would try soo many hair styles on you, like braiding your hair, putting them in space buns, etc...

Ash always makes sure you two match outfits. If you wore -your favorite color- shirt she would wear a similar one to you. Or she would match your nails!

When Ash puts on lipstick, she kisses you all over your face and leaves kisses marks on! She never tells you tho, so you would just walk around with red lipstick kisses smudged all over your face.

[salfishersface]

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Fics:

Sal Fisher:

Baby Fever - One. 🌶️ || Two. 🌶️ || Three. 🌶️

Birthday. 🌶️

Fun With Friends. 🌶️

Lazy Days. 🌶️

Larry Johnson:

Babies - One. 🌶️

Fun With Friends. 🌶️

Late Night Call From An Ex. 🌶️

Travis Phelps:

Check Back Later!

Headcannons: (ft Sal, Larry & Travis)

How You Met.

Arranged Marriage.

Virgin Headcannons. 🌶️

[queenofthepirates83]

Sal Fisher x Reader

“I like you too”

Tag: fluff, one-shot

Tw: none(but tell me if there is)

Words: 851

A/N: first fanfic! Sorry this is short I wrote this a while ago and decided to finish it now lol, also sorry if it’s bad

When you first moved into the Addison Apartments you weren’t happy or anything. It wasn’t like you wanted to stay in that house, no. Your mom thought it would be best to move out, away from all the bad memories your stepfather had created in that house.

You first met Larry, courtesy of his mother, who loved you almost instantly. Larry introduced you to Sal, you guys got along great. Then one thing led to another and now you’re sitting in your room, thinking about Sal.

You sighed knowing that you couldn’t stay in your room forever. You had to tell Sal how you really felt. No jokes or excuses this time.

Last time you tried to do it you made a complete fool of yourself and made an excuse and just left and hid in your room.

But you have to tell Sal how you felt towards him. Larry kept telling you that he felt the same way but you wouldn’t believe him. So Larry put you two in the same room, left and waited for you to confess your feelings.

You didn’t trust Larry. You didn’t believe what he said but in all honesty it was true. Sal did like you back and not just in a friendly way.

You sighed and got off your bed and went to your closet to get pants on.(you went to bed with a shirt and your underwear. Or not, it’s your choice.) You chose (your choice of pants) and walked away to your door and opened it. You walked out and noticed your mom on the couch passed out. She had on her nurse clothes, since she took another night shift for the money.

You sighed and went over to the kitchen, grabbing a juice. You walked back to the front door crouching down to put some shoes on.

Once they were on you opened the front door and walked/took the elevator to his apartment.

You were at his door, contemplating if you should knock or not and just leave. You sighed, knowing that Larry would tell Sal himself if you didn’t do it. You knocked on Sal’s door once you built up the confidence. You stood there for a few more minutes before Sal opened the door. His hair was a little messy and the collar of his shirt looked like he almost pulled it to one side. “Hey Sal, wanna hang out for a little?”

Sal nodded and stood aside for you to walk in. You smiled and walked into his apartment. Sal closed the door and walked to his. You followed him. You both walked into his room. You looked around for a moment as Sal shut the door.

“When was the last time you cleaned?” You asked, glancing around again as you took some clothes off the floor and put it in his laundry hamper.

He shrugged as he watched you, sitting down on his bed. “Can’t remember.”

“You don’t seem to remember a lot.”

He shrugged again, staring at you through his mask. “Why’d you come over anyway?”

You stared back at him as you sat down next to him on the bed. “Just wanted to talk.”

“…about?”

You felt yourself getting nervous as he pressed on. What was his reaction going to be once you told him? Was Larry correct? What about Ash? The two seem quite close. The questions swirled around your mind like a plague. You liked Ash, she was a good friend to you and the other three. But her and Sal are close too, and not just in a friendly way.

Sal tilted his head down a little as he stared at you. “Hm?”

You blinked, your vision becoming less blurry as your vision focused on him. “Uh…Larry wanted me to tell you something.”

He nodded slowly. Sal was half aware of your feelings for him, from what Larry had told him and from how you act when you’re around him. He also didn’t believe Larry, just like how you did. And Sal did like you, he did have feelings for you.

“Eh…” you blinked again, squinting your eyes at him as his gaze only intensified, whether he realized or not. “I like you.”

And those were the three words that confirmed everything. The corner of his lips turned up, his gaze softening as he stared at you. His felt his face get a little red, the tips of his ears going red too.

You felt yourself get nervous at his…well…lack of response. Not even an ‘oh’ or ‘wow’.

“Sal…?” You asked slowly.

He simply stared at you before he moved to take his mask off.

You had seen his face before, he took it off in front of you a while ago. He felt comfortable showing you his face, which in your book was good. Really good.

When his mask was off, he set it beside him before moving closer.

You smiled, admiring him for a moment before you leaned in a little, your lips meeting his scarred ones in a soft and gentle kiss.

“I like you too.”

[lovebeatriceplz]

Larry Johnson and Sal Fisher (separate) with a visually impaired reader? Could be romantic or platonic! :) (I'm visually impaired and haven't seen anyone do this yet </3)

Thank you for the request <33

Larry Johnson and Sal Fisher x Visually impaired reader (GN!)

( platonic headcanons) I added people who wear glasses ( i don't know if it's the same thing😭)

Sal Fisher:

- Is surprisingly very knowledgeable about it. Likes to give you fun facts "did you know that- 🤓" vibes.

- But also wants to know what he doesn't know already. Does it affect you a lot? Or is it normal for you? Things like that.

- Always has a cloth or a handkerchief with him incase your glasses fog up.

- In a school setting, he'll take notes for you if you can't see the whiteboard and makes sure you don't miss out.

- if you wear glasses and it's time for the frame to change he'll gladly help you pick one out.

- Gets really deep into some theories, like, "your vision is limited or not up to average standard, but what if that means you can see paranormal things- or like - things that we can't see?" And js yaps about that for the rest of the day ( idk man💀).

Larry Johnson:

- He's so...lemme explain. He's not ignorant, but he just says things that are...

- "wow your eyes are so pretty, too bad they don't work-" yeah... sal nudged him in the side to shut up

- Holds your hand whenever you walk together so you don't miss a step and trip (you'd actually be quite fine but ok).

- If you can't see the whiteboard at school he'll tell anyone at the front of the class to give you the seat so you can see properly

- He doesn't take notes so that's the only option

- If you wear glasses, they'll be on his face whenever you're not using them. Gets a headache after

- Says he'll help pick out a new frame then suggest the goofiest looking ass glasses you've ever seen.

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I’m so sorry but after that pun just imagine fucking Larry’s face 🚪🏃‍♀️💨

>... wait, were we not doing that already?? 😳💦

>He's got long hair and big brown puppydog eyes (that water easily) for a reason, folks 🤷‍♂️

>Just... be mindful of his gag reflex... for everyones sake 😬⚠

>Def a learning curve... he's doing his best be patient with him 🥺 but if/when he does tap out, the consolation 'handy'man HJ will be good, at least! 👍⚖

>Did you use a very similar emoji combo in another ask you sent in (that is currently waiting patiently to be answered bc im gonna make it and a few other asks kiss)?? Because if you did it is now your signoff claim congrats 🚪🏃‍♀️ anon~ ✅

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲

⊱✿⊰ summary: you weren't the same afterwards, they've all noticed

⊱✿⊰ warnings: trauma, angst, past kidnapping, past assault, cult sacrifice, ptsd, depression, panic attacks. My daydream/lore is more angsty than this and also might be some sal x reader undertones since that is my daydream

⊱✿⊰ notes: so i have this like plot idea thing for sally face that i use for daydreams. This is entirely self indulgent and half of you guys might not understand it. But to sum it up: reader was going to be a sacrifice to the cult however was saved. Yeah

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It's been two weeks since you got away. You returned to school like normal, acting like your heart wasn't trapped within a cage.

Your parents didn't mention what happened; they didn't even know. They assumed you stayed at Larry's for a few days and never bothered to check to make sure. You sighed as you brushed your hair, untangling the knots like you wished you could to your brain.

Finally, you walked out of your apartment silently. Your skin felt like it was safety pinned together, like it was a plastic bag barely holding onto the bones and organs inside. Was this a body you were in? Or was it just a sack of flesh, deteriorating until you were nothing but rotting and vile?

You spotted Sal almost immediately, the combination of his prosthetic mask and bright blue hair made him easy to identify. He waved at you and came closer, casual behavior for him.

Yet your mind was stuck back there, when he found you crumpled on the floor your white gown soaked in blood. You weren't sure how he could bear to look at you, look at you and not think about how monstrous you felt. (Was it cruel to believe yourself monstrous when surely Sal has it worse?)

A cold hand rested on your shoulder, jumpstarting your heart and make your blood rush. It was like when they touched you, grabbed your arms and shoved you in the car as though to say good riddance. But it was Sal, it was your angel, your hero. He wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't-

"Hey? [Name], you okay?" Sal asked, tilting his head slightly to show his confusion. You blinked a few times, remembering your surroundings. Your brain and soul was in that room with those men, but your body was here and safe. Then how come you felt nowhere near safe in your body?

"I'm fine," You replied slowly, pulling away from his touch. Your lungs were filled with smoke, collapsing in on itself like a building on fire. You just needed to get away, forget about school just get away and get some air. Out of Addison apartments, out into the woods away from the cult away from the school away from it all.

"Hey, hey, stay with me. Come on, let's get some fresh air." Sal suddenly said, appearing in front of you and leading you out of the building. Noticeably he didn't touch you, he made sure to not make your skin feel anymore fake than it already did.

He sat down on a fallen tree, patting it for you to sit beside him. It poked you uncomfortably, sticks and bugs and whatnot hurting your backside but it was a fine way to stay active. Feeling pain meant you were alive, you were alive and safe.

"Can I hold your hand?" Sal asked, giving you enough space in case you said no. Shakily you nodded, surprisingly feeling relieved when his cold palm brushes against your own.

He slowly brought your hand to his chest, letting you feel as he takes deep breaths. You tried copying his breathing, in and out, in and out. Eventually your brain stopped fizzing like an exploded soda and you felt semi human once again.

"Thanks, Sal." You mumbled, looking away with an ashamed face. He shouldn't have to deal with you and whatever the hell that was just now. He still hadn't let go of your hand which was surprisingly nice.

"Its okay to not be okay." Sal replied, making your eyes snap back to his. He was staring directly at you, blue eye boring into your brain (it made you wonder if he could read every thought racing through your mind.) "You went through something...nobody can possibly imagine. I would be more concerned if you were perfectly fine."

"I want to be okay, though. I don't want to be trapped back there." You replied softly, acting like this was a confession of sin. You never mention what happened with your friends; let alone explain what had happened before they saved you.

"I saved you once and I'll save you again." Sal said, squeezing your hand gently, "I promise you, [Name], I will stop at nothing to make you happy again."

You smiled even though it hurt, feeling the tiniest bit of hope form in your heart. If anyone could save you, you were grateful it was Sal to do it. Right now living felt like torture but you would go through torture to stay with Sal.