mouthofthewolf

Se você estiver aceitando pedidos, eu queria saber se você poderia escrever uma fanfic com o Sal e uma leitora? Tive uma ideia que acho que poderia criar uma dinâmica bem interessante entre eles:

The reader would be a Russian model — super beautiful, charismatic, with a very active social life. She goes to parties, knows a lot of people, and is super outgoing. Even with all these differences, she's in a relationship with Sal. But since he's more reserved and insecure, he starts to feel a bit out of place or not good enough around her world. The point of the fic would be to show that despite all that, she's completely in love with him, only has eyes for him, and makes sure he knows he has nothing to worry about.

If this idea inspires you, I would love to see it written by you 💗 Thank you so much either way — even if you can’t write it, your content is already amazing just by existing 💕✨

(English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes)

🔹mind, body and soul🔹

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sal fisher x fem model reader

hello lovely!! you are too sweet, thank you so so much for your request! i spent the last couple hours writing it and i hope that you like it!!

synopsis: reader is a high fashion model with much success and notoriety, but will drop anything for sal <3

warnings: cursing, tiny bit of angst but mostly just sugary sweet fluff!

notes: thank you so much, this is my first request so i'm sorry if it's not great! 💙

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"i really don't wanna do this one."

you sit in the makeup chair, the foundation spread across your face feeling more like clay. every so often you get this nagging feeling that you're no longer a human, but a product. you loved your work, and of course you felt incredibly grateful you get to do it, but some days just felt so tedious. being a model was always your dream, and you were constantly pushing yourself to perfect your art. photoshoots, interviews, runways, ads, appearances at events left and right. today was no exception to that. it had been a full day of meetings with your PR team and manager, fittings for your upcoming shoots and of course this evening, attending an event by dior. the constant pressure was always a lot to handle, pressure to look perfect, pressure to show your face to the public and looking flawless while doing it, pressure to always say the right things and associate with the right brands and people. and it might have driven you absolutely insane if it wasn't for sal.

you and sal met in nockfell when you were both teenagers. your family had moved there briefly, only for a year or two, when finances had gotten particularly sparse. you lived a floor down from him and attended school with him too. and despite only being there for a small amount of time, he fell head over heels in love with you. you were beautiful, sure. anyone could see that, you always had been. but it wasn't your beauty he fell for, it was the pleasant comfort he felt when he realized how friendly and kind you were. you met in english class one day. he was pestering ashley for a hair tie, trying to catch her attention in a whisper. she turned around and gave him a look that told him she didn't have one. you took your extra one from your wrist and held it out to him.

"here." you whispered, "i got lots of extras if you need them."

he was absolutely stunned for a moment before taking it from your hand, staring at you. you were so pretty, and outgoing and intimidating and now you were talking to him, offering him a hair tie even. you smiled at him as he took it from you.

"i'm y/n, by the way. i like your mask." you smiled.

"prosthetic-" he stuttered nervously, blood rushing to his ears, "it's uh, it's a prosthetic. thank you so much. for the hair tie. and uh, and the compliment."

"of course, it's pretty." you say, going back to your schoolwork.

it was pretty much over from there. sal was down bad from that moment on. he'd asked you out a few weeks later, when he caught you sneaking a cigarette outside the apartment complex. you'd been inseparable since. when you moved out of nockfell, sal followed.

sal was your absolute rock. you couldn't have dreamt up a better boyfriend if you tried. he was your biggest fan, attending every photoshoot, event, runway and interview you had ever had, doting over you, cheering you on every single step of the way. you have never loved someone more. he wasn't just an extraordinary boyfriend but an extraordinary person. his voice, his laugh, his eyes, his personality, his lips and jaw and scarring, his jokes, his hair, everything about him melted you into a puddle.

you were pulled out of your sal induced daydream by the sound of the door opening and sal coming in. he comes over to the makeup chair, placing a cup of coffee on the vanity in front of you, leaning down to press his prosthetic to your lips.

"hi honey." he says leaning up against the vanity. "are you doing okay?"

"i guess so. thank you for the coffee." you sigh, taking a sip. your makeup artist finishes up your makeup and begins to pack up her kit.

"you guess so?" he says, cocking his head to the side, eyes scanning your face. "you look absolutely beautiful."

you wait till your makeup artist has made her exit before speaking.

"it's just a lot of pressure. i'm so tired, you know?" you say, looking up at him. he looks so beautiful standing before you, his long shaggy hair falling past his shoulders, blue eyes like pools peering down at you. you so badly wished you could wash the muck off your face, go home and crawl into bed with sal.

"i know baby. i don't have to go with you, if that makes it easier. i know it probably doesn't help if i'm there." his eyes dart to the floor, and his hands get fidgety like they do when he's upset by something.

"what? what are you talking about?" you say, setting your cup down. "did someone say something rude to you?"

"no, no. it's not that. i just- i..." he stutters. an even bigger indicator that he's nervous or sad.

"sal, honey, what's wrong?"

he is silent for a moment before he speaks. "are you embarrassed by me?" his eyes are glued to the floor and his fingers are busy chipping away at the polish on them.

"why would you ever think that baby?" you rise from your chair and stand in front of him, taking his hands in yours.

"sometimes i just wonder what makes you choose me. and continue to choose me. i mean, you are quite literally the most beautiful woman alive. strangers are waiting in line just to get a glimpse of you. and everyone who meets you gushes over how incredible you are. i wear a fucking prosthetic face. a-and we sit next to people like angelina jolie and brad pitt at events like this, and then there's me. i'm nothing. i am a stupid mask in the background of your photos, i just don't want to burden you with having me come around to things like this. you shouldn't have to be seen with me." his voice breaks, and tears fall from his prosthetic, but he wipes them quickly. "i feel like the ugly duckling in the room, always. even the things they talk about, i don't understand. don't you think you deserve better?" he sits on the floor, wiping his tears with his sweater sleeves, trying to slow his breathing. you couldn't believe what you'd just heard. sal was literally everything you'd ever dreamt of. sal was your person, your home and honestly the only thing that really mattered to you. being a model was nice, but it's not him. it's not sal.

"oh sal. that just broke my heart honey." you sit on the floor in front of him, but he still won't look at you. "there is literally no one i want and need more than you. not some stupid event or superficial photo shoot or brad pitt and angelina jolie." you giggle softly. "it doesn't matter how beautiful i am or who wants to see me or whatever the fuck else. you know me. you know what pajamas i wear to bed. what my horrible cooking tastes like. how i sing in the shower. what antidepressants i take and how much of them. how i snore. what i want when i'm sick. my childhood nicknames. my secrets. my every waking thought. everything. you know me in and out. you knew me before they even knew my name. my fake lashes are stuck to your bedside table, where my retainer and glasses sit. and i wouldn't share those things with anyone else. i would never want to. you are the most beautiful man in the world to me. i am yours, mind, body and soul. and i don't care about seeing anyone at these dumb events and parties but you. i don't deserve more, because i literally could not have any better than what i have with you. you are the person i've always dreamt of." you say, brushing his bangs away from his eyes and wiping a falling tear from his prosthetic. his eyes finally meet yours, they're bashful and shy.

"so... so you don't regret being with me?" he asks, holding your hand now.

"meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me." you smile.

"the best?! you have traveled all over the world, your face is on billboards, you're on the cover of vogue!" he looks at you in disbelief, "you met britney spears!!"

you let out a laugh, squeezing his hand. "yeah and she was a bitch."

you both burst out in laughter, his laughter like music to your ears.

"nothing is real out here in hollyweird. sometimes it feels like i'm talking to ghosts here. i am a nockfell girl after all." you giggle. sal unclasps his mask and lifts it off his face, leaning forward quickly and pressing his lips to yours. after a few moments you pull away, resting your foreheads against each other.

"i'm sorry for getting all sappy on you." he says softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"i'm sorry that i didn't check up on you. i didn't know you'd been feeling that way." you say. he pulls you into a hug, embracing you tightly.

"it's okay. i love you, my girl. always."

"i love you so much sal." you say, peppering his face in kisses. "i love you, i love you, i love you."

"even more than brad pitt?"

hello all! currently my requests are now open! here are the guidelines <3

i am currently only writing for sal fisher and eddie munson but might be open to doing more in the future!

i will only write _____ x reader fics! i don't write for character x characters/ character crossover

please include specifics/details of what you're wanting! the more specific the better!

i will NEVER write characters as children, characters are adults in every fic i write, please do not ask for any content of characters as minors.

i write smut, however, i will not write for the following kinks/topics: cnc or anything along the lines of it, age play/ddlg/ddlb, abdl, scat or pee, pet play, kn!fe play, g*n play, necr*philia, m*rder kinks, fe*derism, or anything truly morbid.

i do write for inclusivity, so please include pronouns, and description of the reader if you would like to!

part 3 here: https://www.tumblr.com/sallyfaceee/783359014770704384/pretty-like-the-sound-of-rain-pt-3

sal fisher x she/her reader

synopsis: sal and y/n share very intimate moments with each other during their sleepover😌

warnings: mentions of d*ath, loss of a parent, and g*ns! // sfw and sugary sweet as per usual! smut may happen later in this series, these characters are moving admittedly fast😅

notes: all characters mentioned are adults! i'm so sorry this took me awhile to post! i've written a novel for this fic, i just have started to feel less confident in it :') i haven't proof read anything so, apologies for spelling errors or anything!

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"you couldn't scare me off if you tried." you smile, stretching your arms out to your sides. the rain hasn't ceased, it still pours down outside, the sound faint outside the window.

"good." he says, looking at you for a moment longer before scooping you up and walking over to the bed.

"sorry pardner, but i do believe you might be stuck here tonight." he puts you down on the bed, giggles overtaking you. "now, this wasn't in my plan o'course, but hey, lucky for me, this town is big enough for the both of us." he pretends to tip a cowboy hat on his head. the two of you burst out in laughter before you shush him. "todd and neil are probably sleeping!" you giggle in a hushed whisper, as sal climbs into bed, pulling you over to him.

"yeah probably, but they'll be fine." he giggles, studying your face.

"fuck, i forgot to take my makeup off." you wipe under your eyes, black liner staining your fingers.

"wait, i got something for that!" sal half whispers, running out of the room and returning shortly with a pack of wipes.

"makeup wipes?" you look at him quizzically.

"larry got into corpse paint for awhile." he replies, taking a wipe out and sitting back down on the bed in front of you. "let me see you. look at me."

god, why was he so attractive?

you turn your face to him before pausing for a second, "hold on, you're about to see me without makeup and we just met," you whine, "give me a second to mentally prepare."

he laughs, cupping your face in his hands, "you're talking to the guy who wears a prosthetic face!" he runs his thumb across your cheek gently, "nothing under that makeup could convince me you're anything but the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."

your cheeks flush deep red, realizing your comment about feeling ugly without makeup might be insensitive.

"now look at me, honey."

FUCK.

you look up at him bashfully as he carefully removes every bit of your makeup, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

"see?" he finishes up, lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "just beautiful."

it's at this moment you realize you're either going to be with this man forever or this will end in the worst heartbreak of your life. which, of course makes your stomach turn.

"sal, can i ask you something?" you sit back on your hands, watching as he puts the makeup wipes in the drawer of his nightstand.

"always." he replies, turning back to you.

"what happened to you?" you ask softly. he freezes for a second, a hand rising to his prosthetic.

"you mean... you mean with this?" he asks.

"yeah." you panic slightly, "i mean, you don't have to tell me, only if you're comfortable. i didn't mean to pry-"

"hey, it's okay." he says softly, hushing you, "it's a long story. but the short version is, i was shot. my mom- she tried to save me. she stepped in front of it- the bullet. but it.... it went through her, and it hit me. it killed her. it was a shotgun." he looks down at his hands now.

"sal, im so sorry." you feel tears starting to form in your own eyes, you couldn't even imagine going through something so horrific. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to bring that up, i-"

"shhh, hey, it's okay honey. it's okay. i wanted to tell you." he coos gently, hearing the upset in your voice. "come here."

you crawl over to his side of the bed and he engulfs you in an embrace. "i promise i'm not suffering." he chuckles, rubbing your back.

"im sorry, i shouldn't have pushed." you sniffle.

"you didn't push, i promise. i'd have to tell you at some point."

"you didn't have to if you didn't want to."

"well, how am i supposed to kiss you how i want to if i have this thing on?" he chuckles, squeezing your side.

kiss you? he wants to kiss you? you'd been hoping he would want to kiss you of course, but the thought turns you into putty.

"you wanna kiss me?" you squeak, looking up at him.

"terribly." you can hear his grin through his mask.

you blush red for the thousandth time, fidgeting with the ends of your hair.

"i would like that." you're cut short by a yawn, rubbing your eye gently. he sighs contentedly, cupping your face in his hands again.

"okay pretty one, i think it's time we get some sleep. but tomorrow, it's your turn to tell your secrets." his voice smiles through the mask. "i can sleep on the floor, or the couch out ther-"

"no. the bed." you speak before you could even think, kicking yourself at the desperate sound of your voice.

"are you sure? i don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"the bed. please." you stutter out, scooching over and patting the spot next to you. sal reaches to the outlet next to the bed and unplugs the lights, and climbs into bed next to you. it's pitch black in the room now, only the sound of the rain outside keeping the two of you company.

"y/n?" sal whispers, reaching out for you. you find his hand in the dark, taking it gently.

"yeah?"

"i can't sleep with this thing on. my prosthetic i mean. i'm gonna take it off okay?"

"anything you need, do it." you reply. you hear the sounds of the straps of the mask unclipping and the sound of it being placed on the nightstand next to him.

"okay." he breathes, "come here."

you sit up, finding both his hands outstretched to you in the dark, sitting in front of him. slowly and nervously, he lifts your hands to his face. his bare face, no prosthetic this time.

he places your hands on his cheeks carefully and you keep them there for a moment, unmoving.

"is it... will it hurt if i touch you?" you ask nervously.

"no, promise." he breathes shakily.

slowly, you begin to trace your fingers across his face, starting at his cheekbones. you can't see him, but you can feel his breath against your skin.

immediately, you notice he's softer on one side of his face than the other. one side, you can feel the scarring, like little trailways in his skin. then, a spot where the flesh is missing, and his teeth are exposed on one cheek. you trace your fingers on that spot before hearing a soft chuckle.

"that would be my mouth. part of it at least." he smiles and you can tell he's smiling this time. you can feel it in your hands. it feels just as beautiful as you picture it in your head. the vibrations of his voice without his prosthetic creates such a longing in you that it almost overtakes you.

"sorry." you whisper, holding his face in your hands as gently as you can. he hums softly, reaching up and placing his hand on top of yours, leaning into your touch, running his thumb across your hand.

"it's okay."

his voice is so intoxicating to you, being able to fully hear it now. deep and warm and coated like velvet. in a moment of courage, you lean forward slowly, resting your forehead against his, still holding his face in your hands. you both rest there, nose to nose, breathing against each other lightly, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

"say something else, sal." you whisper, voice shaky, eyes closed. he reaches up, cupping your face, tracing his fingers along your jawline.

"stay with me tomorrow." he speaks softly, lips dangerously close to yours now.

"as long as you want." you say, your voice sounding desperate now. "i'll stay with you."

"y/n?" sal whispers, lips mere centimeters away from yours now.

"yeah?"

"you're pretty." he gently tangles his hands in your hair. "you're pretty, you're pretty, you're pretty."

"sal?"

"yeah?"

"kiss me how you want to."

before you even have time to think about the words you've just spoken, his lips are crashing into yours. his lips, kissing yours with longing. desperate, needy, warm.

a feeling explodes through your whole body, and you surrender to it. an indescribable sort of feeling, like electricity pulsing through your entire body. a hungry, insatiable feeling, scraping away inside your chest. the feeling of time coming to a halt, allowing you to sink into him completely.

he holds your face in his hands, and his touch is warm and addicting. you find yourself moving forward, lips still attached to his, climbing into his lap. his hands move gently from your face to your waist, pulling you onto him and squeezing your sides softly. your hands move up to the sides of his neck, your lips moving together harmoniously. he pulls you against him, one of his hands moving up from your waist to the back of your neck, entangling his fingers in your hair. he's not rough, he's actually extremely gentle. your heart is bursting and simultaneously beating a thousand miles a minute. it's undeniable now, this boy must be yours. not only will you stay tomorrow, but hopefully for a long time to come. you couldn't be apart from him now.

after what feels like hours, the two of you pull apart, breathing lightly. he rests his forehead against yours, and you stay like this for awhile, silent and unmoving. it's past 3 am now, but you're not tired at all.

sal finally breaks the silence.

"you're what i've needed for a long time now." he whispers. you can feel his breath against your lips. he runs his thumb across the side of your neck. "your heart is racing, i can feel it."

you giggle. "sorry, i just- i-.... i don't think it's ever felt this feeling before." you stutter, all your confidence from before diminishing now.

"it's okay, so is mine." he takes your hand and lays it against his chest, and he's right. his heart beats uptempo.

he lays back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his legs and you under with him. he wraps his arms around you, laying your head down on his chest.

"i'm gonna make you mine, y/n." he whispers, stroking your hair gently.

"i don't need anymore convincing." you whisper back, sleepiness suddenly overtaking you. you hear sal chuckle lightly.

pt 2 https://www.tumblr.com/sallyfaceee/782915524463034368/post-by-sallyfaceee

sal fisher x she/her reader fic

synopsis: sal and reader fall head over heels for each other!

warnings: these characters move and act on their feelings very fast lol, definitely not a slow burn but full of fluff! sal is shirtless at some point and reader is thirsting. adult reader and adult sal.

!forward sal! no smut yet, possibly later in the story!

notes: originally this was supposed to be a one shot but it's just a fic atp, and i've written so much, these parts will be pumped out so quick. sorry for the length, i am not capable of brevity :')

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the walk to sal's house was long, and it was pouring rain, but you didn't mind at all. he told you all about nockfell as you walked, all about coming to nockfell with his dad and meeting larry and lisa. he told you about todd and his boyfriend neil, including that they are his roommates. you listened intently to his storytelling, absorbing every bit of information he was giving you. you found yourself wanting to know more and more about him.

"and the hair?" you asked, looking up as his curly blue hair soaked with rain.

"the hair?" he pauses, the two of you standing in a downpour of rain.

"well, is the shocking blue your natural color?" you grin, reaching up to move a strand off his prosthetic.

"you bet. you should see my dad's." he chuckles. "what about you miss obsidian hair, is it natural?"

you gasp playfully, nudging him on the shoulder.

"of course it is."

you make it to sal's house, and are elated with how cute it is.

"it's wonderful." you say as you and sal take your boots and converse off at the door.

"sally? are you home?" you hear a voice call from the living room. a slender, red haired boy appears in the doorway, looking taken aback at the presence of another person at sal's side.

"hey man. y/n, this is todd. todd this is y/n. she moved into addison today." sal explains, shyness creeping into his tone.

"gotcha, well, hey y/n. i'm todd, this is-" todd turns around, looking for someone. "babe!" he calls out, and soon the sound of footsteps approaching fills the room. "y/n, this is my boyfriend, neil." todd smiles as neil leans into the doorway.

"hey there, i'm neil. we were just about to watch a movie if yall wanna join?" he says, gesturing towards the tv.

"maybe later." sal interrupts, rubbing the back of his neck. "i wanted to introduce her to gizmo, maybe just spend some time together." sal looks at you, eyes fixed in warmth. todd and neil give each other a look and grins plaster their faces.

"spend some time together?" neil giggles, trying to hold back a laugh.

"very funny, but no, not like that." sal shakes his head, equally embarrassed and annoyed.

"i'm fucking with you. we'll be up here, yell if you need us." todd says, still grinning.

"come on." sal says, undertones of embarrassment in his voice. he takes your hand and leads you to his room, opening the door with his free hand.

"gizmo?" sal calls out, switching the light on. an orange striped cat lays sprawled out on the bed, yawning as the lights turn on. "there you are buddy, i want you to meet someone." sal guides you to sit on the bed and instantly gizmo saunters over to you. you put your hand out and let him sniff you before he nuzzles his head into your hand, giving you a raspy meow.

"oh good, he likes you. gizmo's an amazing judge of character, you know?" sal says, watching you scratch behind the cat's ears.

"i'm not surprised, he's yours after all." you say, gizmo purring against your hand. sal watches you for a moment before hopping up and walking over to his dresser. he pulls out an oversized shirt and a hoodie.

"i'm so sorry, i should've gotten you stuff to change sooner." he says. he reaches for the bottom hem of the sweater you're wearing which is soaked with rain. "can i?" his eyes meet yours, and you realize he's asking to take the soaked sweater off. there's no hint of weirdness or ill intent in his eyes, only concern. you raise your arms as he peels the sweater off of you, tossing it into a laundry basket by the door.

"i'll let you change your shirt yourself, i don't wanna make you uncomfortable. i'll get you some socks." he turns around, heading back to the dresser and you strip off your shirt which has also gotten fairly wet. luckily, your shorts didn't endure any of the rain, so you're still dry in that regard. you toss your wet shirt into the laundry basket and pull his over your head. he smells good, like clean linen and incense.

"can i turn around?" he asks softly.

"yes," you giggle, "you can turn around now." he makes his way back over to you and hands you a clean pair of socks.

"feeling better now?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face and off your shoulder.

"much better, the rain is no joke." you say, fixing the socks on your feet.

"i actually love the storms," he grabs the hoodie and begins putting it on you, careful to not snag any of your piercings. "there's something comforting about them." he moves your hair out of your face again and a silence falls on the room. you find yourself staring doe eyed at him again, your eyes meeting each others. he touches your cheek gently, you stare at each other for a minute more.

"sorry." he mutters, breaking the silence finally. "you're just so pretty."

your blush burns through your cheeks, and this time, you're sure he notices.

you stand and guide him to sit down this time, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "you're drenched. can i?" you ask, heart racing in your chest.

"y-yeah. yes." his breath is shaky and nervous. you lift his shirt off his body, trying not to stare as soon as it comes off. he's not just attractive to you, he is beautiful. genuinely, breathtakingly beautiful. he looks like he was sculpted by god's hands, his pale skin soft and clear. his eyes meet yours and you realize you've been staring again. you quickly make your way over to his dresser and stop at the drawers, remembering you don't know where anything is. there's suddenly a warmth behind you, and a hand that reaches out to the drawer in front of you, pulling it open gently.

"in here." he says softly. you pick a black t shirt and hoodie, and then he shows you another drawer where you pick out some sweats for him, and lastly the sock drawer, finding him a pair as well.

you turn, facing him now, as close to him as you've ever been so far. he looks down at you and the tension in the air is palpable. you lead him back to the bed, sitting him down, putting his shirt and hoodie on for him. you hand him the pants and socks.

"i'll let you do these." you smile sheepishly, turning your back to let him change.

"okay, i'm decent. kinda, decent." he says, giggling. you turn around and he's sitting on the bed, looking cozy in his dry clothes.

you couldn't have imagined ever doing this with a guy before sal. there's never been one sweet enough or charming enough to get you to come over to his place a few hours after meeting and dress you in his clothing. there's never been one gentle enough to let run his hands through your hair and caress your skin. at least not one without ulterior motives. but there's something about him. you could tell he didn't want anything more than just your company. and you wanted his too.

he pats a spot on the bed next to him to which you gladly oblige, hopping next to him on the bed.

"so," he says, "i have a few movies on vhs we could watch, or we could play a video game or something. whatever you want. i just want to be around you."

you smile, laying back onto the bed.

"what do you feel like doing?" you ask.

sal turns toward you slightly. "what's your favorite movie?" he tilts his head, awaiting your response.

"the exorcist."

"the exorcist??"

"yeah, it's my favorite." you giggle at the disbelief in sal's voice.

"i- i don't think i've actually seen it all the way through." he walks over to a box by the tv, sorting through vhs tapes, pulling one out.

"got it. will you watch it with me?" he asks.

you sit up, nodding, your grin stretching ear to ear, "i would literally love to."

he pops the tape in, and preps the room, plugging in some christmas lights that line his walls and turning off the overhead light. he climbs into the bed just as the opening theme begins to play. he props some pillows up and leans his back against them, sitting you in front of him so your back is touching his chest. he, carefully as if not to break something delicate, wraps his arms around your body.

it feels like you've known each other for lifetimes, the way you are so immediately comfortable and physically affectionate with one another.

you lean your head back against his shoulder, and he presses the cheek of his prosthetic against your head gently.

an hour into the movie and you haven't moved from this position, and sal has asked every question he could about the movie. most of them have to do with why you love it, and what your favorite parts are. you love films, so it's no problem at all for you to give him any answers.

sal is gently running his fingers through your hair when you speak.

"you like my hair, huh?"

"it's beautiful." he replies.

"so is yours." you say, sitting up to look at him. you sit between his legs and run your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck as gently as you could. he just looks at you, eyes studying your movements. "can i braid it?" you ask, resting your hands on either side of his face.

"braid it?" he asks, tilting his head.

"yes, braid it." you laugh, "it's long enough."

"i don't think i've ever had my hair braided before." he giggles, "i used to wear it in these little pigtails, but never braids."

"well, would you let me?"

"right now?"

"yes, right now."

he looks at you a moment, smile coating his words, "of course you can."

grinning, you stand up and pull the chair out from his desk, sitting it in front of the tv and patting the seat.

"sit please." you smile. he makes his way over, sitting in the chair in front of you.

you kneel down in front of him, resting your hands on his knees.

"okay, you're gonna have to trust me. you don't have to take your prosthetic off, you'll just have to hold it to your face with the straps undone so i can braid. can you do that?" you ask softly.

you can see the nervousness in his eyes as you bring up the straps on his prosthetic. "do you trust me?" you ask.

he hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath. "yes, for some reason, i trust you." he says.

"i wouldn't do anything to hurt you or make you feel bad. if you get uncomfortable, ill stop. no big deal, okay?"

"okay." he says, closing his eyes and putting his hands up to his prosthetic. "go ahead."

you stand up, coming around to his back and as gently as possible unclip the straps on his prosthetic, moving them out of the way. "okay, hard part's over." you say, beginning to part his hair down the middle, and starting a french braid on one side. at first, his body is tense, but shortly he relaxes and leans into your touch. you brush your fingers through his hair gently and carefully, overlapping his strands neatly.

"hey y/n?" you hear him say, almost in a whisper.

"mhm?" you say, focused on his strands of hair in your hands.

"i think i really like you." he says, still whispering.

this almost stops you in your tracks. here you are, basically in pajamas, braiding the hair of a boy you just met in his room like you've known him for years. you keep forgetting you only met today.

"i really like you too, sal." you tie off one braid and begin on the other side. there's a long pause before sal speaks again.

"real demons are a lot scarier than this." he says, looking at the screen. onscreen, regan writhes around on the bed, screaming obscenities.

"what do you mean, real demons?" you say, taken aback slightly.

"they're more vengeful and they leave you with this sort of impending doom sort of feeling."

you tie off the other braid and sit in front of him on the floor, pausing the movie.

"what are you talking about?"

he hesitates for a moment. "okay, i'm gonna ask you something and i need you to take me seriously." he says

"i can do that." you say.

"do....do you believe in ghosts?"

"what do you and larry know that i don't?"

"what?"

"larry asked me the same thing right after i met him in the hall."

"you didn't answer my question."

"well, i guess i do. i think there are a lot of strange, unexplainable things in the world."

"what if i told you that the apartments you just moved into are haunted?"

"what?"

you looked up at him, a puzzled look across your face. he sits down on the floor next to you.

"there are ghosts in the apartments. most of them are harmless, i promise."

"most of them? are you pranking me?" you turn towards him.

"i wish i was."

he begins to explain everything to you, starting with when he moved in, to when he moved out up until now. the red eyed demon, meghan, mrs rosenberg, the cult, all of it. you sit taking in all of the information.

"sal, if this is a joke, it's not funny."

"i swear on my mother, it's not a joke."

"holy shit."

you sit back, resting on your hands, trying your best to make sense of everything you were just told. including the craziest part which was that you actually believe him.

"that would've definitely been nice to know before i moved in." you say finally, staring off into space.

"yeah, i mean, i would've told you if i could've. but also, i don't know how well things would've gone if your first impression of me was, 'hey, i'm sal, i'm a ghost hunter and there's a cult controlling this town! i'm here to find all the demons in your apartment!'"

"so.... so that thing larry had, the game boy-"

"gear boy."

"the gear boy. that's a ghost hunting thingy?"

sal laughs, "ghost hunting thingy?"

you nudge him playfully, "you know what i mean!"

"yeah, todd made it. i don't really know exactly how it works, it just kinda detects when the

spirits are around, acts like a sort of conductor for them."

"and that's how you can talk to them?"

"yeah, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. there's been some more activity over at addison lately, that's why i came over today, larry kept getting something in the hallway."

"outside my door?" you grimaced. you weren't afraid of spirits, in fact, you've had some of your own spooky encounters, though you couldn't say you'd ever spoken to a ghost before. finding out your apartment was riddled with ghosts and demons was not the best start to a fresh beginning though.

"uh... unfortunately, yes. but, i felt the energy all day when i was over there. it doesn't feel evil to me. familiar, but not evil."

"jesus christ. guess i have roommates." you run a hand through your hair.

"guess you'll just have to spend all your time here." sal replies softly. he stands, offering his hands out to you to help you up. you take them gladly and lift yourself off the floor. he glances over at his alarm clock.

"jesus, it's 2 am." he looks down at you. "did i scare you off?"

Sal Fisher x She/Her reader fic

Synopsis:

the beautiful beginnings of blossoming romance after having just met sal fisher🫀

Warnings:

sfw, super fluffy, teeth rotting sugary sweet. characters move quickly into their feelings. !forward sal! no smut (yet ;))

Notes:

this shit is so long and at this point it's just turned into a fic😭 apologies for any misspellings and such, i suck at proofreading. i don't know if yall are gonna find this cringe but i think it's cute so, here it is😅

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you look over to larry and he's grinning ear to ear, an unlit cigarette hangs from his lips. "didn't get too much unpacking done i see." he giggles as you feel your embarrassment burn through your face.

"we were just taking a break." sal replies, in a tone that implies he's smiling beneath his prosthetic.

"oh yeah? what kind of break?" larry smirks, eyes flickering between the two of you.

"a none of your business kind of break." sal laughs, grabbing one of the shelves off the kitchen counter.

"i'm just fucking with you guys. speaking of breaks, i need a cigarette. you guys wanna come?" larry says, holding out his pack as some sort of offering.

sal looks at you, and even though he is expressionless with his mask, his body language implies the question, "do you want to?"

"yeah," you answer, "i could use a cigarette."

the trio of you make your way down the elevator down to the basement where larry's room is. he shows you around his apartment, metal music and obscure movie posters decorate his walls messily. there's a door in his room that leads to the outside, where you find yourselves below a treehouse. larry leans against the tree trunk, looking at sal.

"should we show her?" he gestures upward towards the treehouse. sal looks at you curiously and then gives larry a nod.

"she's trustworthy." he says, the familiar sound of his smile coating his words.

"in that case," larry steps up onto the first prong of the ladder. "as they say on mtv, welcome to our crib." he ascends towards the door, unlocks the latch and lifts himself into the treehouse. he looks down at you and sal still waiting on the ground. "come on y/n, i'll pull you up." he says, extending his hand out of the treehouse hatch.

you look at sal who offers his hand to keep steady as you step up onto the ladder and climb up to the door, where larry grabs your hands and pulls you up with him. sal follows quickly behind you, making sure to be right there in case you might fall.

you look around the treehouse and realise you've never been inside one before. it's nice, pictures and posters lining the walls, toolboxes, even a space heater and some bean bags on the floor. a boombox sits on top of a chest against the wall. larry points to it, nudging your shoulder, "got that new sanity's fall shit in there." he winks. you grin, looking at his stack of tapes next to it.

"can i see what you got?" you ask him.

"mi casa es su casa." he replies, turning away to light his cigarette and take a drag. you hurriedly make your way over to his music collection, flipping through until you find what you're looking for. deftones.

sal who'd been watching you makes his way over to you, kneeling down in front of you. you don't get a chance to look up before sal is gently lifting your chin to look at him. this causes an explosion of fireworks in your chest, butterflies filling your body, your heart thumping against your chest. you'd never been around someone so gentle before.

he looks at you for a moment, as if to study your face, slender fingers running along your jaw. you suddenly realize how ridiculous you probably look, doe eyed with your mouth hanging open in awe of him. with a soft hum, he places a cigarette in your mouth and lights it for you, tucking your hair behind your ears and over your shoulders. you take a drag, not pulling your gaze away from him. he's still studying you, stroking your hair slightly. his eyes meet yours, and as he speaks he sounds like he's smiling again.

"whatcha doing?" he asks softly, sitting criss cross in front of you now. you suddenly remember what you were doing before he came over, and look down at the tapes in your hands.

"music. i-i'm looking at the music. deftones." is all you muster out, stuttering and embarrassing. "sorry." you laugh slightly, "do you like deftones?" you hold up the tapes you found, consisting of adrenaline, white pony and around the fur. sal picks up one of them from your hands and inspects it. "i've never listened to them before. what is it?"

sal watches your face light up excitedly, and his heart melts. he has the sudden urge to know everything about deftones if it means you'll yap to him like this for hours.

"they're my absolute favorite! music is kinda my thing. i could go on and on-"

"play that shit." larry yells from across the treehouse, taking a drag of his cigarette and making his way over to the two of you. you pop your cigarette in your mouth, putting adrenaline into the boombox and press the button to skip to "one weak". you all migrate over to the bean bags on the floor, you and sal squeezing into one and larry on the other across from you. larry reaches beside him, picking up a small metal box and the bong that sits next to it. he begins to pack weed into the bowl piece of the bong, nodding his head gently to the music.

sal sits next to you, leaned back into the large bean bag, legs crossed and stretched out in front of him. you can see his eyes are closed, like he's trying to absorb the music. you sit back smoking your cigarette, tapping your foot to the rhythm.

you look up to see larry blowing out a cloud of smoke and setting the bong down.

"this shit fucks so hard." he smiles, nodding along to the music. you nod, grinning ear to ear. it'd been so long since you found people who enjoyed the same things as you. people you felt comfortable with, especially so quickly. it was instant connection between the three of you, obviously even more so with sal. everything so far was almost too good to be true.

you realize you've been lost in thought for a while when you look over to see sal staring at you again.

"what do you think of the song?" you half yell over the music.

"i love it, i wanna hear more. what's your favorite?" he half yells back.

"uhh... maybe digital bath? it's on white pony."

larry seems to have dozed off in the bean bag across from you, the loud music and yelling not affecting him in the slightest. his head lays straight back and he snores slightly. you both look at him for a moment and then each other and burst out laughing.

"he's probably tired from all the moving we did. god, i'm so glad he was there though, i would've been kinda fucked without you guys." you smile, watching larry sleep deeply.

"i'm glad he was there too." sal replies, "i was coming over to help larry out with... with some stuff around the apartments. i thought today was gonna be uneventful at best. i didn't know i'd be sitting next to someone so lovely a few hours later."

your blush must be painfully obvious at this point, anytime sal says something like that, it sends a shockwave through your body.

"me either." you smile.

the sound of rain hitting the roof of the treehouse interrupts your conversation, you and sal leap up to go look out the window.

"fuck. we better get out of here, looks like a thunderstorm. last thing this place needs is a good ol' strike of lightning." sal says, looking up at the sky. without missing a beat, he's taking off his baggy sweater and putting it on you, making sure it's secure on your body.

"okay, i'll go wake sleeping beauty." he says, moving your hair from the collar of the sweater and down your back. he turns to face larry, gets into a runners lunge before launching himself full speed onto larry's body.

"wake up dude, it's the apocalypse!!" sal yells, shaking larry by the shoulders. larry jolts awake, shoving sal off and standing up quickly.

"IS IT ZOMBIES?!?" larry screams, running over to the wall that a baseball bat leans against.

you and sal double over in laughter as larry slowly starts to realize the juvenile prank that's just been played on him.

"sal, how many times have i told you not to joke about the apocalypse man!" he whines, rubbing his tired eyes.

sal laughs, "sorry man, it's about to storm outside though. we need to head out before god smites us."

"alright, alright." larry says, setting the bat down and rubbing his eyes like a small child.

the three of you descend to the ground, larry walks ahead of you and sal, stumbling and sleepy. you make it back inside larry's room and he immediately collapses on his bed.

"hey man, i thought you wanted to come to mine?" sal giggles, watching larry lay face down in his bed, shoes and all.

"maybe tomorrow dude." larry mumbles before the sound of soft snoring fills the air again. you and sal stumble out of his apartment, doubled over in laughter.

as your laughter dies down, you find the butterfly stomach, heart racing feeling in your body has come back again quickly with the realization that you and sal are now completely alone together. alone with no one to disturb you now, no one to cut the nervous, bashful tension between the two of you.

"whatcha thinking about?" sal steps in front of you, both of your backs leaned against opposite walls, facing each other.

"i'm thinking that it's such a turn of fate that i met you guys today." you say, trying to cover the fact that you were actually thinking about the way he lifted your chin, or grazed your hands when he was looking at the tapes. you almost forget you have his sweater hanging off your body.

"i feel like things happen for a reason, you know?" he replies. "it rained so you could look pretty in my sweater." he looks at you, the sound of a grin coating his words.

"i feel bad." you laugh bashfully, "now you're gonna be cold."

"i can brace the rain, i promise. speaking of rain, if you're coming over, and i hope you still are, we should head out before the storm gets insane."

"i wouldn't miss it for the world. unless you have some secret plan to axe murder me or something." you both giggle, heading toward the elevator.

"i promise i'm not an axe murderer." sal giggles as you step inside.

"that's just the thing an axe murderer would say." you grin and your laughter continues as the door closes.

{Sal Fisher x she/her Reader one shot}

Synopsis: you just moved into addison apartments for a new start and more than willingly accept the help of a beautiful blue haired boy and his friend💙

Warnings: major fluff! no smut, however characters in this story are adults! adult sal x adult alternative she/her reader. possible smut later in the series. MDNI!

Notes: this is my first ever post and my first one shot! i'm planning multiple parts, sorry if it's not so great!

also, it is so long! i'm so sorry, i couldn't get to a good stopping place😫

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it's raining again, not pouring down just yet. it's the sweet beginnings of a thunderstorm, painting the sky and screaming through the trees. it's your favorite weather and lucky for you, it's extremely common here. there's something about today, a strange feeling is in the air around you, and as you look out the window of the u-haul full of your things, your heart flips in your chest at the sight of your new apartment complex. a new start, thank god.

the words "addison apartments" appears almost hand painted on the sign in front of the building. it's dingey, and small and not the most beautiful building you've ever seen, but it's a new beginning for you and the rent is ridiculously cheap, so some maintenance issues and aesthetic displeasure is not a major concern for you. you park the truck out front and grab your bag from the passenger seat, slinging it across your shoulders. you make your way inside the building, wanting to set your bag down in your new place and figure out what to bring in first. it's just you, no roommates or parents. and you have a lot of shit.

you make it into your apartment, room 401. it's tiny and underwhelming but you're elated. it's yours and that's all that matters. you step into the bathroom to glance at yourself in the mirror for a moment. you lean towards the mirror a bit and fix your eyeliner slightly before attempting to brush your hands through the ends of your long hair. your bangs sit uniform on your forehead complimenting your heavy liner and mascara. you'd always been alternative. as soon as you turned 18 you began your journey of covering yourself in tattoos and piercings, stretching your ears and dyeing your hair dark. black nail polish messily coats your fingernails and silver jewelry decorates your face and neck. a big band t-shirt that fits more like a dress and your boots was the outfit of choice today. a bit lazy but comfortable to move in. you take one last look at yourself before deciding that despite having driven for a few hours today, you looked not bad at all.

you grab your keys and step out of the apartment only to see a boy sitting on the floor outside your door, criss cross with what looks like a game boy in his hands. his long brown hair frames his face well, and almost immediately your recognize the band on his shirt. he glances up at you and double takes quickly, staring at you for a moment.

"uhh, hi." you say, trying to hide your confusion and amusement with what you've happened upon.

"w-hey, hey!" he starts, bumbling and nervous suddenly. he looks down at the gameboy in his hands and jumps to his feet, holding the device behind his back. "i was just- well i mean i-" he stops as if he's trying to find the words to say.

"you haven't seen any ghosts around here, have you?" he says sheepishly.

"ghosts?"

"yeah, like uh spirits? or like a big shadowy guy with red eyes?" he says. you wait for him to crack a smile or tell you he's fucking with you, but he doesn't, his face is serious and his delivery is deadpan.

"can't say that i have. do they show up often around here?" you try to show him you're not making fun of him. he finally holds up the game boy and laughs nervously.

"you could say that." he says. you notice a slight lisp when he talks. "i'm larry. i live in the basement here, i've kinda taken on maintenance duties so if you need anything, i'm your guy." he smiles sheepishly again, pointing a finger gun in your direction before looking at the floor again.

"i'm y/n. i'm actually moving in today, i came for the ghosts." you say, which makes larry laugh and you can see the relief paint his face.

"the band on your shirt, i love them. did you listen to their latest drop yet?" you ask, leaning into your doorframe.

"dude, you know sanity's fall?? i've been putting my friends onto them for years now! the new album is fucking insane i swear!" he laughs, suddenly excited and relaxed. he points at your shirt, "deftones huh? a little bit soft for me but still a great band. you got good taste." he smiles, finger gunning once again, before glancing down at your keys in your hand.

"oh shit, you literally like just got here didn't you?" he asks.

"yeah, only a few minutes ago." you reply, jingling your keys in your hand.

"well, my friend is almost here, he's been helping me with some stuff around the apartments-"

"the ghosts?" you interject, smiling.

he laughs, "dude you have no idea. he's should be almost here, can we help you move your stuff in at all?"

"honestly, that would be amazing, i got a ton of shit and it's just me." you say smiling. he seems really genuinely nice and friendly, and already making friends with your neighbors is a plus for you.

"okay sweet!" he exclaims as you both begin walking to the elevator, "we can go down and see-" but before larry can finish, the elevator doors open and a new boy stands before you. except this time, your heart feels like it's doing a thousand flips in your chest as soon as you lay eyes on him.

long blue hair cut into a shaggy mullet lays messily around his shoulders. he is slender but muscular, and he stands almost a foot taller than you. as you scan his arms you notice the black nail polish that coats his nails like yours. he dons a black sweater, red pants and a worn pair of converse. his keys are attached to a carabiner that's looped through his belt loop. you notice his beauty immediately but what catches your attention most is his face, or rather what he's wearing on it. a white mask of sorts, with a purplish pink detail on one side of it. the mask is expressionless and you can see where the straps meet on either side. he's looking at the floor when the doors open, but the sound of the doors opening startles him slightly and suddenly your gaze is locked with his. blue eyes peer through the eyes holes of his mask at yours and neither of you move or say anything. you just stand, staring at each other.

"uh... sally? are you gonna step out or?" larry's voice from behind you makes you jump and breaks your gaze with the beautiful boy in front of you.

"shit." you hear the boy mumble under his breath, stepping out of the elevator to stand in front of you. you look up at him as he looks down at you once more, but this time he speaks.

"i'm uh... i'm sorry if i scared you."

it takes you a moment to register he's talking to you before you answer, completely mesmerized by him and suddenly all too aware of how embarrassing you must look.

"no, no, not at all. you didn't scare me." is all you muster up the courage to say and immediately mentally scold yourself for it. wow, really great first impression huh?

the boy looks over at larry, breaking his gaze with you finally. you immediately look at the ground, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"oh! uh, y/n, this is my best buddy and brother sal. sal, this is y/n. i was ghost hunting in the hall and ran into her. er- well, she kinda ran into me, but she's moving into 401, and i thought we could help her bring her stuff in. if you're cool with that." larry says quickly, running a hand through his hair.

sal looks back at you and steps back slightly, realizing how close the two of you were. he nods quickly, "yeah- yeah of course, i'd love to. help, that is, i'd love to help. not in like a weird way or anything, i mean only if you're comfortable. not that you seem uncomfortable, i- fuck." he stumbles over his words nervously, glancing at your eyes every now and then but looking away quickly.

"dude, are you okay?" larry asks, genuine concern ringing out in his voice. sal chuckles shyly and nods, "yeah, i'm fine. sorry. uh- lets go get her stuff. your stuff." he turns back to you before turning on his heels and pressing the elevator button. all three of you enter and descend to the first floor.

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it had been a few hours but the three of you had finally gotten all of your stuff into the apartment. you watched sal as he lifted the heavy boxes with ease and occasionally you would catch him staring at you. not just looking; staring. even larry had called him out a few times, ordering him back to work. he'd barely said a few words to you and for some reason, your heart leapt when his eyes met yours.

sal went out to get the last box as you and larry sat on the floor of the living room, catching your breath.

"goddamn i'm out of shape." larry sighs, leaning his back up against a box. "and so sweaty."

you both laugh as you stretch your legs out in front of you, "me too. the storm suddenly kicking up in the middle of us moving everything was a nice touch." you say as you run a hand over your damp shirt.

"sorry sal is acting so weird. something's up with him, i've never seen him like that. that dude's a weirdo." larry chuckles.

"no, it's fine. he's not weird at all." you say, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

the sound of feet approaching starts that strange heart-racey, butterfly stomach feeling in you again, and you feel your palms get sweaty.

sal comes through the door, carrying the last box, setting it on the ground.

"right on man, thanks for grabbing that last one. i'm fighting for my life over here." larry says, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"no problem." sal replies, joining the two of you on the floor. he sits next to you, but not close enough to touch. you look at each other for a moment and then look away. larry stares at the two of you from across the room, and suddenly the most shit-eating grin plasters his face. he rises to his feet, "i uh, i'm gonna go say hi to my mom and henry next door. i haven't seen them in awhile." he says, still wearing that suspicious smile.

you wonder for a moment what he could be up to, and eventually make the connection in your head. he's trying to leave you and sal alone with each other.

"wait larry, what about the boxes and stuff?" sal begins, sounding panicked and nervous, and judging by the tone of his voice, he knows exactly what larry's up to as well.

"i'll be back to help unpack and shit, don't worry, i won't be too long." larry says before swiftly exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

a silence falls on the room and the tension is palpable. just when i thought sal might get up and leave, he speaks again.

"y/n is a pretty name, by the way."

you sit next to him, avoiding his eyes, shocked as the statement sends butterflies zooming through your entire body. sal looks at his hands as he picks at his nail polish.

"what a sweet thing to say." you reply, feeling the blood rush to your ears.

"so, what brought you here?" he asks you, turning his body to you slightly.

"uh, it's a long story. the short version is i wanted to get away from back home and the people there and exist outside of them." you reply, hoping that you weren't saying too much.

"nockfell isn't exactly a place for new beginnings." he replies, but quickly adds, "but uh, i can't say i'm upset to be looking at you right now." he laughs nervously. "oh god, i'm sorry, i'm really like not trying to come off weird, you're making me nervous for some reason. i'm not always like this, promise." he scratches the back of his head, eyes meeting yours again.

"i don't mind at all." you reply, smiling back at him. there's another moment of silence but you're the one to break it this time.

"i think you're pretty. not like girly pretty although there's nothing wrong with that. more like pretty like a sunset, or the sound of rain." you say, though you have no idea what will come out of your mouth next, your thoughts are a mile a minute.

sal sits for a minute silent, looking at you.

"you think i'm pretty?" he says.

"yeah, like a lot. like beautiful." you reply, feeling nervous now.

"no one's ever said that to me before." he says, still staring at you.

"now you're making me nervous." you say smiling slightly, fidgeting w the laces on your boots.

"it's a prosthetic, you know. it's not just a mask. and i don't think what's underneath it is very pretty." he looks down at his shoes.

"i bet it is. but at least it looks pretty cool on you." you giggle as you scan the prosthetic once again, looking at the details of it now. it's worn, he'd obviously needed it for a long time now.

there's silence again.

you scooch your body in front of him, sitting criss cross. he looks at you quizzically. you look at him for a moment before gently reaching up and running your fingers across the edge of the purple-pink piece, tracing where it starts and ends. he watches you carefully, leaning back slightly. he flinches and instinctively reaches up to grab your hand away, but he stops.

"i'm sorry. i- i don't know why i did that. i should've asked you, i just wanted to see the detail on that side. ugh, im sorry, that was stupid." you groan, covering your face with your hands in a moment of utter embarrassment. what the fuck did you do that for?? people probably try to touch it all the time, i bet he's sick of that shit and now he's gonna be sick of you too. you scream at yourself in your head, badly wishing you could turn back time and make sure that never happened.

he doesn't say anything at first, he just gently takes your hand and presses it against his cheek, running his thumb along the side of your fingers.

"you can touch me." he says softly. your stomach is in knots at those words. his speaking voice is so sweet. deep and lovely and kind.

he leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. the whole world is quiet for just a second and this moment feels familiar. like you've done this with each other many times before. but the two of you suddenly pull away, realizing it might be uncomfortable for the other, to have such an intimate moment so soon into meeting each other. tension fills the air again, less awkward and more full of longing.

"what are you doing tonight? i mean, other than unpacking." sal leans forward slightly, his voice almost in a whisper, his face closer to yours than before. pretty blue eyes study yours.

"other than unpacking, absolutely nothing." you say, matching his soft and whisper tone.

"come over." he says softly. "we can watch dumb movies and you can meet gizmo. or we could just talk or nap or something if you're tired. whatever you want." he sounds like he's smiling beneath his prosthetic as he sees your smile begin to grow across your face.

"like a date?" you ask, cheeks burning red.

"i was hoping it would be." he replies giggling.

"i've never been asked on a date before."

"i just- i-" he pauses, "im not usually forward or anything like at all. i'm usually like a stuttering mess and awkward and embarrassing when i like someone. i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, i just... now that i know you exist i just want you around." he stutters out, his voice sounding nervous and giggly again.

your face lights up red at the words he's just spoken to you. you fiddle with your hair, taking far to long to respond before you sputter out, "yes. yes please. please ask me to come over like that all the time." you laugh nervously, praying you're not coming off as too much. he laughs nervously with you, the two of you avoiding each others eyes. sal would never admit it, but his cheeks burned red under that mask. he was so unbelievably nervous yet there was something about you. and he knew if he didn't jump on his chance, he might never have the courage to again.

"well uh... can i help you unpack? at least a little. i feel bad helping you lug all this up here and not helping. i could at least set up your bedframe or put up those shelves." he says, pointing over to the coffin shaped shelves you have on the kitchen counter.

"you really don't have to." you say, feeling your heart flip at his offer.

"well, i mean, it's more so just an excuse to stay with you." he laughs, "we could unpack for a little and then we could walk to my house together."

"uhhh, that plan better include me." a voice from the doorway calls out, which you can already recognize as larry's. he comes through the door and sits down next to you, nudging your shoulder.