#sally x reader

He's the kind of man who lets you touch his hair.

Even though Fisher's hair falls just below his shoulders, it's far from easy to take care of. It has to be washed at least once or twice a week, brushed every morning and evening, and sometimes even during the day. To save himself the hassle, Sal rarely let anyone touch his hair. You were one of the chosen few. You braided everything from cute little pigtails to neat braids, idly ran the strands through your fingers while admiring their unnatural color, and gave him gentle scalp massages. That last one, by the way, was his favorite. The strap of his prosthetic wasn't exactly kind to the back of his head. It constantly pressed against his skull, leaving David tense almost all the time. More than anything, Sal loved it when your nails lightly traced over his scalp. Sometimes he'd even curl up with his head in your lap, Gizmo-style, simply enjoying the magic of your hands.

He's the kind of man who deliberately bought open-ear earbuds instead of in-ear ones just so you could listen to music together

It's no secret that Fisher is a fan of aggressive, hard-hitting metal and expressive rock. Not exactly the kind of music you'd imagine as the soundtrack to a romantic bus ride or a peaceful walk through the park. At least, that's what Sal believed. As it turns out, though, any song can become a love confession or at the very least, your song, when you listen to it with someone you love. So when, on a quiet evening, he sat beside you with one earbud in, an arm draped around your shoulders while you nodded along to the guitar riffs and absentmindedly scribbled in your notebook, Sanity's Fall's songs began to mean something entirely different to him.

He's the kind of man who tries to touch you more often

Because of his prosthetic, kisses are a rare thing in your relationship. Usually only when you're completely alone, with no one on the other side of the wall and only Gizmo sleeping peacefully in your lap. But after your relationship began, Sal couldn't help noticing all the other couples around him. Seeing them made him worry that maybe he wasn't giving you enough. Truthfully, there were times when all he wanted was to rip off the prosthetic and kiss you in front of everyone, just to show the world who you belonged with. Back then, though, doing something like that felt almost unthinkable. Still, he wanted to show his affection somehow. He wanted people to know you weren't just walking side by side. So he relied on his rough, calloused hands instead. He'd shyly wrap an arm around you, sometimes so subtly you barely noticed. He'd brush your hair away from your face while you ate. He'd lace his fingers with yours and absentmindedly stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Looking at him, you'd never guess Fisher could be so touch-starved.

He's the kind of man who instinctively covers your eyes with his hand whenever he kisses you, so you won't have to see his scarred face

It became a habit because that's exactly how your first kiss happened. At first, Fisher simply asked you to close your eyes. But while he was removing his prosthetic, he caught you peeking. Even though he'd already shown you his faceor rather, what remained of it, he still felt embarrassed taking off what most people simply called his mask in front of you. Besides, as he put it, it would've ruined the moment. So Sal gently placed his palm over your eyes before leaning in to kiss you. It was clumsy, awkward even, but unbearably sweet, the kind of kiss that made your chest ache. You probably would've kept kissing that way forever if, one day, you hadn't softly taken hold of his slender wrist and lowered his hand yourself.

He's the kind of man who's endlessly patient when you're struggling to learn something he's teaching you

Despite his intimidating, even unsettling, appearance, Sal is genuinely kind at heart. Unlike many teenagers his age, he loves kids, and he enjoys teaching people new things. So whenever you fumble the guitar chords or mix up the buttons on the Game Boy, he only smiles behind his prosthetic out of habit, knowing you wouldn't be able to see it anyway. In fact, he likes your little failures even more than the moments when you get everything right on the first try. Because it means the two of you get to spend a little more time together.

He's the kind of man who tells you about his dreams

Dr. Facilier

I would like to believe Christmas is significant to the Shadow Man. I headcanon that he enjoys the holiday because it is one of the very few times he can reflect fondly upon his childhood. I think he grew up making cookies with his ma, wrapping whatever gifts he could make for his ma mostly dolls, and holiday cheer. I canon he doesn’t like going and actually buying Christmas presents, nor does he have the funds to do so. Instead, he makes your gifts for you, whether that be holiday cookies, making you protective charms, or making you some other trinket, he is very good at gift giving. Christmas morning with him would probably be spent inside the parlor, nice and warm, while he takes the day to spend with you. Taking over New Orleans could wait another day, so long as you’re with him and warm. 

Jack Skellington

The last time Jack did Christmas it… ended poorly to say the least. Christmas was supposed to be fun, merry, and jolly… but Jack had messed it up once before. This, however, doesn’t change the fact that Jack still wants to do Christmas every year with Halloween Town! He has so much fun with the residents putting their own holiday spin on Christmas. He definitely gives you creepy Halloweeny gifts, but it’s the thought that counts! Plus, he looks so happy to hand you his gift. An ideal Christmas morning for Jack is once again sitting by the fireplace and reading Christmas stories. He adores the story of Krampus and you two have to read it every year! 

Sally 

Sally is once again a very excited person about the holidays! Jack always plans the most horrible holiday games for Halloween Town! After last Christmas, she’s just glad Jack isn’t trying to hijack the holiday from Santa again! Sally gives you beautifully sewn clothes! Sally thinks you look adorable when dressed in something she made you, and with that grateful smile on your face, it’s addicting. I also think Sally likes mistletoe a lot, both for its toxic berries and its tradition of kissing under the branch. She has put the branch directly over your two’s head just for a kiss. Sally’s ideal Christmas morning is spent warm in bed with you, not having to go and do anything. Just in a simple state of being with the ones you love.

Clayton

Y’all, I don’t think he cares too much for Christmas. Clayton would much rather be out hunting or doing something rather than inside baking cookies, decorating a tree, or any of that over sappy holiday stuff. However, I also think he is weirdly serious about what type of Christmas tree you two have? Like you two spend hours together each year because he is so specific. At the very least, you get a damned good tree every year. I think he also likes fruitcake for some reason. I have no idea why, it’s disgusting in my humble opinion, but he just seems like the type to like the holiday dessert. He does usually end up getting you at least one gift, but it’s wrapped poorly and you can’t tell if he put much thought into it. If you were to get him a gift, I’d suggest hunting gear, he’s always using it and according to him you can never have too much,  so the more,  the merrier!  An ideal Christmas morning for Clayton is being out hunting, a close second is you being there with him. It does really matter what you’re doing as long as you’re with him

Long John Silver (MY BABY BOYYYYYYYYY)

He’s so sweet and jovial this time of year!  Long John is all about being there with the ones you love during the holidays. I think he gets very excited and would love to go gift shopping with you. He’s so happy to be there with you and celebrate. He didn’t exactly grow up doing the holiday stuff, so getting a chance to do it with you feels like a blessing. He wants to do all the holiday stuff with you and Morph. You two make cookies, decorate, and sing your own pirate Christmas shanties!  It’s hard not to get in the spirit when your lover is singing about the holidays and being together. His ideal Christmas morning is waking up next to you, and spending the entire morning together opening presents, singing shanties, and forgetting he’s a pirate for a day in your arms.

Cinderella

This sweet girl! It’s been forever since she's spent the holidays with people who cared about her. Every year it’s the same, her stepfamily makes her do all the hard work, goes to some noble party, and “forgets” to buy her a gift. Every year until you. You help with chores while Lady Tremaine looks at you two in disgust and recommends you spend time with “her prettier daughters”. You rarely pay her any mind instead opting to help out Cinder decorate the tree. I think Cinder would have her animal friends make you a Christmas gift! She’d be grateful to receive anything. Her ideal Christmas is being away from her batshit insane family! Anywhere! She needs a break from the crazy and you’re her peace.

Prince Naveen

This smug little bastard… he LOVES Christmas. The gifts, the songs, the parties, just ALL of it. Naveen is very expensive in his taste for gifts. I mean he has gotten so much Gucci cologne it’s insane. He doesn’t really do the whole decorating thing either. That’s a servant’s job as far as he’s concerned. He is a very big fan of Hot Chocolate… I mean you have seen him fight people for the last cup. He does do prince things too! Like going to charity functions his parents force him to go to. Maybe even a church service. He doesn’t enjoy it as much as a Christmas party but it’s all in good fun. His ideal Christmas morning is spent unwrapping Christmas gifts and being spoiled by you. What a prince.

Sal was currently in his cell, anxiously waiting for his upcoming tiral. He wasn't proud of what he had done but he didn't have much of a choice anyway.. Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts the door to his cell opend. Sal jumped up slightly from the sudden sound of the door and his head turned to the officer standing there looking angry per usual.

"You've got a visitor, Fisher."

Words he never thought he would hear. Somone came to visit him? That was a shocker for sure.

The angry officer put handcuffs on Sals wrist and lead him to the talking room where his visitor was waiting for him patiently. As Sal entered the room his eyes slightly widened under his mask at the sight of you, still smiling at him like he didn't do anything wrong. As Sal took a seat infront of you, the officer left the room giving the two of you some privacy like you requested.. Although he couldn't really give you too much of privacy, i mean after all this is a prison.

"Long time no see, Sal."

You spoke gently to him, you missed his blue hair and those eyes that now look so sad and tired under the prosthetic mask he is wearing.

"Yeah..i didn't expect anyone to visit me."

Your heart hurt at his words.

"I think you're innocent, Sal."

As you said those words, you put your hand over his and gently brush against it. You knew he was innocent, you just had to prove it somehow.

"Well..seems like you're the only one that thinks that"

You let out a deep sigh as you tighten the grip on his hand.

"Sal, trust me. I'll get you out of this mess."

You swore you could see the tears swell up in his eyes, but he quickly looked away. You tooka quick glance at the clock on the wall that was ticking rather loudly.

"We don't have much time left to talk."

Sal cleared his throat as the two of you got up. You didn't waste a second and quickly pulled him into your embrace. You could feel his warmth and his heart-beat. You knew he needed this hug but so did you.

"I'll come and visit you again as soon as i can."

You mumble into the hug as Sal tightness his arms around you and hums as a replay.

The door opens abruptly and the two of you let go of eachother.

"Alright, visit time is up."

The police officer said as he got a hold of Sal and lead him out of the room. You and Sal shared your last glances as he left and the feeling of emptiness came rushing back to you without him being here.

Sal felt like a total loser while sneaking over to your place, which was just down the street from Todd’s house, and slipping the letter in your mailbox. He felt like he could puke just from writing the letter, there’s no way he could ever say these things to your face. He couldn’t help but hesitate, staring at the mailbox as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. ‘They’re going to hate me. I’m gonna ruin everything. What the hell am I doing?’ Sal thinks to himself, staying frozen in place for a good few minutes as thousands of thoughts race through his mind, shaky hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

He jumps a bit when he notices the light in your bedroom flick on through your window. He ducks his head and turns to leave, not wanting to get caught lurking around your house in the middle of the night. As he rushes back home, the panic begins to set in because now he realizes he left it…he left the letter behind. It was done. No turning back. He felt sick to his stomach and like he was already grieving the loss of your friendship.

Sal tip toes back in the house, praying neither Neil nor Todd would catch him sneaking in so late and ask questions. He trudges to his room, shedding his clothes before flopping onto his bed. Sal lays on his side and after taking his prosthetic off, stares at the wall for hours thinking about all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways you could reject him, every excuse and lie he could use later to act like it wasn’t even serious, like it was a dumb joke or something. Finally, after his brain had tortured him enough, he drifts off to sleep just before the sun begins to rise.

~next morning~

‘Holy shit…’ You think as you hold the piece of lined note book paper in your shaky hands. “No way…no way!” A giddy smile grows on your face as you clumsily drop all the other mail you had in your hands, besides Sal’s letter, on the ground and take off running for him. It was early in the morning and you were in pajamas still but nothing could stop you now. His house was not far at all and you were too excited not to immediately run to him and profess your love for him.

You and Sal had been friends almost as long as he has with Larry and Todd. You’ve slowly fallen in love with him just as hard as he has with you- the issue is that you are both dummies and think the other person sees you as a friend and a friend only. You’d find yourself dreaming of Sal, not knowing he was dreaming of you too. You’d absentmindedly doodle his name on piece of paper and blush, he’d find a strand of your hair on his shirt and smile so big under his mask. You two have been pining for so long but both so afraid to wreck the relationship you already have. Eventually, Sal felt like he couldn’t get anything done, couldn’t focus on his studies or the ghosts or even eating throughout the day. His brain was full, flooded even, with thoughts of you. He just had to get it out, he had to say it to you now or he would be haunted by it forever. Unbeknownst to Sal…you felt the exact same way.

Bouncing up to his doorstep with an uncontrollable smile on your face, cheeks aching and turning red, you knock on the door and ball your fists up out of excitement. Finally, Todd answers the door, smiling at you before greeting you. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here so early? We-“ “Sal! I-I’m sorry. I need to talk to Sal.” You interrupt, your crazy smile making Todd chuckle softly just as Neil comes up behind him. “Morning, (Y/N)! Sal isn’t up yet. He’s still-“

You weren’t trying to be rude, you adored Todd and Neil but you were currently completely 100% hyperfixated on the sleeping blue haired poet behind the door at the end of the hall way and you just had to see him immediately. “I-I’m sorry…” You laugh softly as you push past them, sprinting for his door, gripping the knob excitedly before swinging the door open. The sound of the door swinging back against the door frame stirs Sally from his sleep, making him groan and glance over at the doorway. Before he can react to you being in his bedroom, in your pajamas still with bed head and an adorable love sick smile on your face, you’re jumping into his blankets with arms wide open. As you practically belly flop on top of him, he huffs softly then chuckles, groggily blinking at you.

“Uh…morning…” He mumbles just before you place the folded love letter on his chest, giving him a small smirk. His eyes open wider now, his prosthetic eye not in its usual socket. Sal scrambles nervously to sit up more, his breath hitching in his throat. He was so half asleep for a moment there, he had forgotten all about the letter he planted in your mailbox last night. “Oh I uh….yeah uh-uhm-“ Sal can’t seem to move his mouth correctly, can’t focus his brain on the words he wants to say. And he just breaks down even more when he realizes you’re in his bed, still in pajamas with the cutest messiest bed head. He can’t deal with the cuteness and his gnawing anxiety…So you speak up instead.

“I love you too.” You smile sweetly before pulling yourself up closer to his scarred face and rubbing your nose against his. Sal lets out a whiny little hum as he lets his nervous hands very slowly move up to rest on your back, smiling like a sappy dork as he hugs you softly. He’s not sure what exactly he was expecting to happen after giving you that letter but this is most definitely the best case scenario. “Let’s just…fucking kiss already.” You say with a cheeky smile, eyes half lidded as you lean in closer. Sal sucks in a breath before letting his eyes close along with yours, pursing his lips out as his hands move up your arms and to your cheeks. His big palms caress your face so perfectly, his thumbs sliding back and forth over your skin as you lock lips, gently moving your mouths together as soft sighs leave both of you.

As his hands pull your face closer, your hands wander up and down his bare arms, legs tangled up in his blankets along with him now, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh against his lips. “I’m glad you finally told me…that letter was so beautiful.” You whisper, lips gently ghosting against his now. Sal keeps his eyes closed but smiles brightly. “I wrote 153 of those letters.” He confesses, face burning bright red. “No you didn’t.” You scoff, looking down at him, finding this fact hilarious and also adorable and flattering.

“Oh yes he did!” Todd and Neil are leaning in the open doorway. Oops…you got so excited you didn’t shut the door behind you when you ran in. “Proof!” Neil laughs out loudly as he points to Sal’s trash can in the corner of the room, overflowing with balled up pieces of paper. You laugh as you look over, Neil and Todd laughing along with you. Sal drapes an arm over his face, trying to hold back his flustered smile and embarrassed expression. “Stoopppp.” He complains before you’re standing and playfully glaring at the two boys in the doorway. “That’s enough teasing. Shoo!” You grin at Todd before shutting the door on them and turning back to Sal.

“153, huh? Wow. That’s some dedication, lover boy.” You climb back into his bed, sitting cross legged beside him. “Why didn’t you just tell me in person, Sal? Would’ve been way easier.” You scoot closer to him and run your fingers through his tangled hair. “Uh, I totally disagree. I nearly had a panic attack just putting that letter in your mailbox and then having to walk away from it.” A laugh rings out from you as you toss your head back. “Ha! So, What? You’re afraid to say you love me but not afraid of ghosts or demons or cults?” You taunt him before leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a second. “You’re strange. And I love that about you.” You rest there with him for a moment before a fantastic idea hits you, making you sit up and gasp excitedly.

“Can I read the other ones too?!” Before Sal can answer, you’ve jumped up and ran to the rejected pile of love letters in the corner. “No! (Y/N)! No no nononononono!” Sal jumps up and runs to tackle you, his face blushing so red from his ears and down his neck. You laugh loudly as he wraps his arms around your waist and tries to pull you away from all the other embarrassing things he wrote and considered saying to you. “They’re…in the trash…for a reason!” He laughs and huffs as you you push forward, trying to reach even just one crumpled up piece of paper. “Pleeaaassseeeee?” You plead but your strength leaves you as Sal tickles you and has you cackling on the ground instantly.