#sally face ashley

[plagasock]

redraw of that photo in both ash's and larry's lockers :)

[c0ffee1]

some sally faceee 🤎

[reddgoosie]

Help I never noticed him there тwт

[clockypastaa]

I love drawing Ash so much 😭😭😭 love you so much Ash!!!!

[cammy-mcspammy]

I finished watching two games

Finals is literally tmmr and it's 3 am 😭😭😭😭

[lxuizrr]

i hope no one has done thsi yet for sally face 😭🙏

[audraswhore]

Murder Family (they’re like 13)-🪼🫶🏾

[madfor-dash]

Doing some crafting and just chilling :'))

[callmegreenmoon]

It was in the Pinterest

[girlboypersonthingy]

FIRST SALLY FACE POST!!! I know, I’m late to the fandom. But 🤷🏻 ya know…just some cute fluffy Sally Face headcanons about reader’s first kiss with Sal, Larry and Ash. Just can’t stop thinking about kissing them…🫠 ENJOY!

First Kiss 💋

SAL FISHER 🎸

Honestly, I think he would have wanted to kiss you the day y’all met but…his face :( he’s too worried about his face

Whether yall are dating, just friends, pining hard asf for each other…you will have to initiate the kiss.

You’ll def have to have a conversation about it first, ask his permission and prepare him for it. He’d prefer you ask him/tell him before just pouncing on him.

If you decide you want to kiss him on his prosthetic tho, LITERALLY NO NEED TO ASK, JUST. DO. IT. BABY. He’s been dyingggg to have you kiss his face, even if it’s not his skin, he still feels the kiss, feels his gut drop…feels his hands and feet become hot and tingly with excitement. Kisses over his prosthetic make him smile so hard.

When you finally do get to your first lip-to-lip, no prosthetic kiss, SALLY IS SHAKING IN HIS BOOTS. Maybe you’ve already seen his face, maybe even traced a finger along his scars before…but KISSING?!?? He’s so fucking nervous. And you are, too.

You really had to work up the courage to ask him but you finally do. It goes something like…

“Hey, uh, Sal? Can I kiss you?”

“Sure.”

“On…the lips?”

“Oh, heh. Sure.”

“……like…without your prosthetic?”

and he starts SWEATING under his prosthetic as he mumbles a shy “o-oh, okay. C-cool. I’m down.” Internally, he’s excitedly punching the air rn. Externally, he’s shaking like a leaf.

He’s honestly so worried you’ll be scared and/or grossed out by the parts of his lips and cheek that are missing and revealing his teeth. He worries he might drool on you a bit too…just praise this sweet boy after the fact, okay?

~

“Hey, uh, Sal?”

“Hm?” He responded as he fiddled with the knobs at the top of his guitar, gently plucking the strings and then twisting the knobs accordingly. It took you literally like 5 minutes of staring at him and hyping yourself up in your mind to even open your mouth and say his name. After his short response, you felt you needed another internal pep talk before you said anymore. This strange pause made Sal look over at you. He looked back to his guitar and then did a double take at you, just to make sure he actually saw you staring at him. His room became suddenly silent.

“Can I kiss you?” You finally spit it out, looking him dead in the eye as the words leave your mouth. He seems chill about it, his eyes relaxed, his shoulders slowly shrugging as he leaned back on his bed more. “Sure.”

You take a quick but deep breath, your cheeks beginning to feel hot. You could feel your blush slowly spreading. “On the lips, I mean…” He’s still keeping his eyes on you and you can tell he’s smiling a bit from the way his eyes squint and slightly wrinkle at the corners, his prosthetic covering his actual smile. “Heh, yeah. Sure, (Y/N).”

At this point, it’s almost painful how embarrassed you are and you’re sure you probably have a really stupid look on your face. Shit…this is not going as smooth as you’d like it to.

“Like……with the prosthetic off.” You say bluntly, watching for any sign of a reaction from him. His eyes fell open wider, leading you to believe he was no longer smiling, but maybe had his mouth hanging open in shock? It takes him a moment to process it and respond.

“O-oh! Right uh…c-cool. Yeah, sure.” He lets out a shaky sigh before pushing his guitar off his lap and to the side of his bed. As he reaches behind his head to unclip his prosthetic, you just watch and feel yourself becoming increasingly warm and tingly, your nerves really getting the best of you right now.

His prosthetic falls gently from his face onto his bed. He closes his eyes immediately and leans in quick, hoping you won’t look at his face too hard and change your mind. You can’t help but smile as you watch him for a second before your eyes close and you lean towards him. Your lips meet his and it’s…not what you expected at all. But in a good way! His scarred lips are actually really soft, he must put chapstick on often. And he’s so gentle. It’s just really warm and soft and sweet and the kiss is lingering but very still.

You pull back to see him smiling ever so slightly, his eyes still closed. The smile slowly becomes a frown which becomes a quivering bottom lip. Sal still has his eyes closed as he silently cries. He then spends the next few minutes very quietly telling you about the time he watched some lame romance movie with Larry and asked him if he thought someone would ever love him like that and Larry told him he totally would.

Larry was totally right.

LARRY JOHNSON 🤘🏽

Larry most definitely asked you if he could kiss you. He’s like really fucking into you but also he’s such a gentleman. He’s very considerate and would for sure ask for your consent first.

He’s probably tried to ask you at several different times but he always chickens out. He’d always start by saying your name to get your attention. Then you look at him, your expression is always one of expectation and wonder. He can’t bring himself to say what he really wants to, so it’s always like…

“Oh uh, sorry. Lost my train of thought.”

“Does it smell weird in here to you?”

*insert shitty pun here* (always makes you laugh and makes Sal groan)

You find it very cute that he says your name so often. It sounds nice paired with his small lisp.

I JUST KNOW that this boy practices what he’s gonna say to you in the mirror like literally every morning. He’ll stand at the bathroom sink, talking to himself. Most the time, he thinks he’s doing good until it dawns on him that he’s talking to himself in a mirror. Then he’ll just facepalm, sigh and continue on with his day, knowing he’s such a chicken shit.

One time, Sal was going to the basement to show Larry some cool shit he’d found on the fifth floor of the apartments and he froze just before he knocked on the bathroom door. He heard Larry, repeating the same thing over and over.

“(Y/N), can I please kiss you?”

“Please let me kiss you…”

“Would it be okay if I-“ *frustrated sigh*

Sal finds it equally hilarious and endearing to witness. He definitely didn’t tell Larry that he heard all of that tho.

Finally, one day, Larry found himself in the perfect position to finally say what he wanted. He called up the whole group and invited everyone to his place to chill. Everyone was on board…until Ash canceled to finish up some homework and Sal canceled bc he forgot he told his dad he’d be home for dinner.

A group hang out turned into a sort of date for you and Lar Bear.

~

“Damn, what a bunch of losers! How dare they blow us off for homework and family!” You jokingly declare, making Larry look over at you with a toothy grin. “No, really!” He agrees, trying to offer you a genuine smile but he…sort of feels like he has to puke right now. He’s always had a weak stomach. And you make him extra nervous.

The two of you sat in the treehouse, both sitting on the floor across from each other. The room would be silent now were it not for the heavy metal music playing lowly in the background. You didn’t feel awkward though, not at all. It was actually nice to enjoy some peace and some music with your crush friend. Larry kept looking frantically between you and his feet, his breathing speeding up as he readied himself. Right as he opened his mouth-

“Hey, I forgot I-“

“(Y/N), I wanted to-“

You both stop simultaneously and then you both start laughing. “You first.” You say in unison, making you both laugh even harder. “No no, you first, (Y/N).” He insists, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.

So you start, “I forgoootttt I got you something.” You turn and reach into the bag you brought along with you and pulled out a plastic package with a set of paint brushes inside, sliding them across the wood floor to him. “Saw these at the dollar store and thought maybe you could use some more. They’re…well, from the dollar store so they probably suck but…” You shrug and watch as he picks them up. It’s such a small simple thing but…he’s so flattered. Youre so nice. Instead of thanking you or showing any gratitude, he just…

“Can I kiss you?” And you don’t even give him an answer. You just crawl over to him and smush your lips into his. You’re smiling into the kiss, leaning forward on your hands as one of his big hands reaches up and rests on your cheek.

He brings you a painting of a pretty landscape on regular white paper the next day. He’s sure to tell you that he used the brushes you got him and that they are actually pretty good for dollar store brushes.

ASHELY CAMPBELL 💜

BITCH

This bitch

This cute, sweet, amazing little-

I’m gonna try to make hers as long as the boys but

YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT THIS BABE WOULD NOT JUST SMOOCH YOU SUDDENLY IF YALL WERE ALONE AND THE VIBE WAS RIGHT

Like what am I supposed to write for her?

She would for sure just press a fat kiss to your lips if yall were alone together one day, chilling in her room while watching a movie.

I’m sorry, she’s all for consent ofc. But…she’s pretty spontaneous and bold asf.

“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.” That’s her! She’ll just go for it.

Kiss now, ask questions later.

If you’re chill with it, cool. Let’s…do it again maybe?

If you’re not chill with it, she’ll very sincerely apologize and ask you to totally forget about it (and pray you’ll still wanna be friends with her)

She’s also very obviously smart. She wouldn’t just kiss you if she thought you weren’t into her that way. She picks up on your hints and the way you blush and smile at things she says.

She knows you like her. She wants you to know that the feeling is mutual. 😘

So she invites you over for a movie night, tells you to bring pajamas and snacks if you want!

And then she waits until the best part of the movie, when you’re really invested in the plot and not expecting it-

She says your name in a breathy voice and as you turn your head to face her… 💋💋💋

Also doesn’t even bring it up to the boys until a couple days later. Says it very lowkey but she’s totally bragging.

~

“Oh my god. This movie is actually so sad.” You sniffled a bit as you watched the flashing colors on Ash’s TV in front of you. She laughed softly into her hand, watching you get teary eyed. “Aww, you’re such a softy, (Y/N)!” Ash nudged you playfully, making you laugh along with her.

Ash’s parents had gone to bed already and just you two were awake in her home, both curled up on the couch under the same blanket. Just being under the same blanket made you both so nervous. She kept stealing glances over at you, her smile never leaving her face. You were too into the movie to notice.

Ash pulled the blanket up on herself a bit more, the edge of it now sitting right under her chin. Her hand very slowly crept closer to yours, the whole time she was holding her breath. As soon as her pinky touched yours, you stiffened and she finally exhaled. You tried to keep your eyes on the TV and not look over at her with red cheeks, all embarrassed with heart eyes for her. But that’s exactly what she wanted.

She wrapped her pinky around yours, gently tightening the grip she had on you. Then very quickly, almost too quickly, she pulled away. You wondered what that was supposed to mean. Was that like…a flirty thing? Or a “you’re my bestie” type thing? Or a romantic thing? Or just nothing at all?

Before you could get too deep into your thoughts, she softly cleared her throat before saying your name. It wasn’t a whisper, you could clearly hear her over the TV, but her voice was so low and whispy and her breath smelled sort of minty (as if she was fully prepared for this moment).

As you turned your head, your lips brushed against hers, your noses slight bumping together. She was so still, so calm and relaxed, like she’d rehearsed this moment over and over again. You on the other hand…are taking a moment to grasp the situation here. You sort of just kissed, not fully but kind of by accident. Was that an accident or…? No, why would she be this close to you if it was an accident-

Ash is about to laugh at you and your expression but stops herself. She can tell you’re flustered and confused but also very into this. She smiles with adoration for you, her eyes nearly shut as she leans in. Okay, now you’re sure that was definitely not an accident. You suck in a breath and let your eyes fall shut just as her lips finally rest onto yours. A soft hum vibrates through her as she pushes into the kiss just a tiny bit more.

As you part, the soft kiss noise the two of you make is enough to make you both lose it. Ash is now completely hidden under the blanket, her stomach doing flips as her face continues to burn bright red. She’s laughing, you’re laughing. Finally, she speaks up from her hiding place under the covers.

“Was…that okay?” She asks, seemingly much more shy now. This makes you smile even bigger as you pull the blanket up to join her under it. “Oh yeah! Totally. I…I liked that.” She seems to perk up a bit at your reply, now looking over at you in the shadow of your blanket fort.

“We can do it again. If you want…”

[stereorebel]

they all have greasy hair and no future

[art-missy]

Ashley was frustrated.

You were her muse, her source of inspiration. Your simple presence had the wonderful ability to give her so many ideas, to stimulate her creativity. The simple glimpse of your smile had her sketching in her sketchbook, modeling clay or even crocheting small plushies. You made her feel like the artist she wanted to be.

So what was the problem ? Why was she so frustrated at the moment ?

She wanted to immortalize you, to take a simple picture of you while you were reading. You looked so peaceful, the incarnation if serenity. But when she was about to push the trigger of her polaroid, you hid your face behind your book.

And you kept thwarting her attempts to photograph her.

Always hiding behind a book or behind Larry (his height and broad shoulders were helping), moving at the last second or pulling Sal in front of you.

“Stay put, for fuck's sake !” she groaned as she ran after you.

You were circling the tree behind the apartments like a comical duo from a cartoon. Sal, Larry, Todd and Neil were laughing from the tree house but she did not care. She wanted that picture of you.

“What's your freaking deal, Ash !?” you squealed.

“I just want a picture of you ! Is it too much to ask ?”

She started to feel tired.

“You have tones of pictures of the gang !”

“I want a picture of you !” she retorted. “Only you !”

Ashley rolled her eyes when she heard a proud 'smooth' from Larry. She stopped running and you hid behind the tree.

“You have tones of sketches and paintings of me in your sketchbooks,” you panted. “Isn't it enough ? Plus, I want you to look at me directly. Not through a substitute.”

Saying that butterflies were flying in Ashley's stomach would be a euphemism. At the moment, any entomologist would be fascinated by the new ecosystem springing in her stomach at your words. She did not even react to the 'damn' from Neil or the 'aw' from Sal.

Her cheeks were already red when you finally revealed yourself from behind the tree and, once more, her creativity was pulsing in her brain at your sight.

“How about a picture of you and me ?” you said.

You didn't leave her time to react that you already took her polaroid from her hands and snapped a picture of the both of you. You then handed her camera back and climbed in the tree house. When she came back to her senses, the picture was already developed. She looked stunned on the image while you were looking at her with a shy fondness.

And once again, new and colorful ideas pulsed in her mind.

[c0ffee1]

the first prompt for the salloween event :33 PEERING EYES

[sewageskullz]

theyre weird…

[clockypastaa]

"I should've told you what you meant to me. But now I pay the price. In another life. "

[bruch-0102]

I don't want to finish it