Hiii, my name is Nae! They/She please I write little scenarios about Sally Face as it’s my current fixation. I have a fanfiction that I’m currently writing (You’re Quite Strange on Wattpad and Ao3) but sometimes I want to escape the storyline of it and write little self insert scenarios disguised as x readers lol. Reader will always be black coded as I am black, but everyone is welcome to read.
hi i was living my life and boom the thought of sal hearing around or like seeing his love interest confess to being into masked ppl but wait! he wears a mask 💥💥💥💥💥
Ask and ye shall receive!
GN!Reader (no pronouns used)
Couldn't believe his ears when he overhears your conversation with Ash at the lunch table.
He immediately turned the BRIGHTEST shade of red, and was honestly thrown into a shocked silence.
You turn to talk to him like nothing happened and all he can think is that you like the way he looks.
Poor bby, every time you talk to him afterwards he gets reminded of what you said and starts stuttering horribly.
After like... a week of this, you ask him if he's ok and he caves.
"I overheard you talking to Ash and you saying that you're into... masked people..?" He says it like he's scared of you judging him for something you said
Your jaw falls to the floor and you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. His behavior made so much sense now
Ofc u apologize profusely but he acts like it’s cool, like it’s no big deal, like you totally didn’t just admit to finding him attractive. “yeah no, it’s cool, it’s cool. I uh- I’m into people with *insert a random very specific feature about yourself here*” He smirks, though you can’t see it, but inside he’s in absolute hysterics.
Your eyes blow open, and for a second he thinks he made you uncomfortable. Sighs in relief when you start cackling, gasping for air as your laughing fit wracks your lungs. It makes him chuckle a bit too.
You wipe a tear from your eye when you recover, throwing your arms around him in an embrace. “God, you’re such a flirt. Good to know you have good taste, though.”
Lol sorry this took so long, I’m incapable of writing and keeping up with school at the same time haha.
For anyone confused, the gadget is the gearbox at the bottom. For my graphics class, I have to do Inktober as an assignment so I just combined the Salloween prompt (gadget) with the Inktober prompt (Spiders) my instructor gave us. I think you can tell which side I leaned more into 😭
Hey yawl! So sorry for the inactivity, school has been whooping and walloping my ass. I’ll post my longer fanfic on here when I’m finished writing the most recent chapter. Aside from that, I’ll get to any asks in a bit, jus gotta sort myself out first.
I feel like he would watch it occasionally since he likes watching cartoons but he's not super into it. He probably started off with SAO or smth and was like this shit lowkey kinda mid.
You would probably be the one to get him into some other shows tho. Maybe smth like Nana? I think he would like Nana a lot, maybe even draw fashion inspo from it???
Omg imagine you guys start watching it together but he watches it on his own bc he got impatient waiting for you and he's too invested in the plot. You whine and pout about it bc it's supposed to be a bonding activity but he replies all sassy like "Maybe you shouldn't have taken so long dick head 🙄💅"
You can't even argue back bc he's lowkey right, but it's ok cause you force him to watch all the episodes with you again.
He definitely gets worked up over what happens in the show, yelling at the screen and going on rants whenever a character does something stupid.
Could you possibly write hcs for sal with a masc s/o that's into film and photography and take a lot of photos of him? They've always admired Sal and saw him as interesting but was too socially awkward/nervous to start a conversation ever since he moved in. The two probably only met due to Larry introducing them..
Sal x Masc!Photographer!Reader
Ngl this is gonna be a challenge since I’m used to writing fem readers, but I need to diversify my writing anyway, so here u go! I hope this was good enough lolol
How you met
You almost died when Larry introduced you to Sal for the first time
Seeing him in the halls was completely different than being face-to-face with him. He was so much prettier now that you were meeting him and it absolutely dizzying.
Of course, Larry put you on blast by telling his blue haired friend about your photography. He gushed about how good it was, and naturally, Sal wanted to see.
You nodded, awkwardly fumbling with your photo album, but finally pulling out a few pictures of some birds you took.
“These are really good, (Y/N)! You have a great talent.” Sally complimented you while examining the photos.
Your thanks came out in a stutter, and you mentally facepalmed at yourself.
“See? I told he’s rad!” Larry exclaimed, playfully slapping you on the back. It caused you to panic and drop your photo album, pictures spilling out all over the floor. Embarrassment rushed through you, but Sal was quick to help pick up the pictures. “Wait.. is this me?” He asked, holding one of the photos in his hand.
You were absolutely mortified, stumbling over your words as you scrambled to pick up the rest of the photos. “Well I just thought that you looked really good in that lighting, so I took a picture, and beauty should be captured so-“
“Do you have more?”
If you almost died before, you were definitely dead now
In a relationship
He absolutely adores the photos you take of him. He has really bad self image issues, but your pictures make him feel so beautiful, he can hardly believe that it’s him in the picture.
Asks to look at all the photos you take, compliments you profusely on all of them
Loves tagging along with you to photo shoots
You teach him how to use your camera and he falls in love with you even more
Nearly passed out when you put your hand on top of his to stabilize the camera for the shot
Has a collection of pictures you took when y’all go on dates
His absolute favorites are the ones he takes of you though. They’re not as cinematic or professional-looking as yours, but he doesn’t care, he thinks you look handsome so he’s going to cherish the photos
You hate when he takes pictures of you though. He always catches you off guard, and you don’t think your nearly as photogenic as he is.
Has at least 3 photos of you trying to eat a burger (if u don’t like burgers imagine ur fav food or smth idk)
Refuses to let you delete them off your camera because “you look too cute”
Will never tell you, but your photos boost his self esteem sm and he loves you so very much for that
Will listen to you go on and on about your dream equipment, movie/film sets you like (or hate), your favorite filters to use, etc. Just happy to see you so passionate about something you love.
So sorry that this was so late 😭😭 Homecoming week happened as I was BUSYYYYYYY but yea hope u enjoyed :D
Should I post my fanfiction on here? I want it to be accessible for those who prefer tumblr over ao3 & Wattpad, but I don’t want to plague yalls feed or wtv so lemme know what y’all think
Random music related Sal Fisher HCs that plague my mind
Sometimes when I’m going thru my playlist I see songs that I think Sal would like.
I feel like even tho he’s into metal nd allat he would also be a rlly big fan of more emotional music, and would for sure like shoegaze. This could be me projecting but you can’t tell me he doesn’t look like he wouldn’t listen to deer death.
Would most DEFINITELY love this song too, cannot convince me otherwise ^^^
You and Larry put him on to Deftones too, but while Larry likes their heavier songs, you and Sal jam out to the softer ones. Entombed is y’all’s favorite
Omg sharing AirPods in class with him is a constant thing if u have similar music tastes
When one of your songs comes on that he hasn’t heard before, he immediately asks you the name of it and adds it to his own playlist
Melts ur heart because sharing music with ppl is a very intimate thing to you
He secretly learns all your favorite songs so he can one day play them for you
Has an angelic singing voice??? It’s like… the best thing you’ve ever heard? You accidentally overheard him singing once and it’s been all you can think about for weeks
You ask him to sing for you and he instantly becomes a blushing, stuttering mess. Ears red, neck red, you’re pretty sure he starts glowing red. You laugh and apologize for flustering him, but tell him that you love his voice and you genuinely would love it if he sang for u
He’s still too embarrassed to do it I’m front of someone else, let alone you, so he promises to sing for you at a later date.
Remembers what you said tho and he finds himself cheesing and giggling like a little girl whenever he thinks about it
[I’m starting to feel the rocky beginnings of a depressive episode, so in order to save myself some sanity, A Sal x Reader which is rlly just a self insert. Reader is black and southern. This is a bit more unfiltered than my other posts, so more aave is used.]
Sal x gn!reader - no reader pronouns used
Synop: Reader is very upset about smth (this is for all my depressed ppl so u can just insert your own situation) and Sal comes by and shares their favorite snack with them.
Warnings: Angst, depression, crying, all of that icky stuff.
It was irritating, really. You felt like crying, but the tears never left your eyes. You cursed yourself for all the times you bottled your emotions, woulda been a lot easier to cry right now if you hadn’t. But it’s whatever, the music blasting in your ears right now was doing all the work for you.
You pulled your legs into your chest, returning to that oso comforting fetal position. Your mind spun, thoughts racing, yet you weren’t thinking of anything. What had you this upset? You couldn’t answer that. It just happened, and you were helpless against the waves of sorrow washing over you. Your phone buzzed over and over, but you ignored it. After all, answering text messages wasn’t going to allow you to wallow in self pity. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice the soft knocking on your bedroom door.
It creaked open, a familiar off-white and pink prosthetic peering through the crack. You frowned when his gaze fell on your face. He furrowed his brows, which you could make out through the eyeholes of his mask, and it made your stomach churn bitterly. He stepped in silently, closing the door gently behind him. You pulled off your headphones, pausing the loud music. Once fully inside, Sal held up a black plastic bag and shook it softly, signaling he had gotten your favorite snacks.
You felt your face scrunch up, and that’s when the waterworks came. Unable to stop them, you choked on a sob, and the tears came pouring down your face. You brought your hand up to try and cover your mouth, but it did nothing to stop the pathetic whimpers that escaped you.
Sal’s eyes widened, and he hurried over to you, seating himself next to you on your bed. He placed the bag to the side, scooping your shuddering body up seating you upright so that you leaned against him. You cried into his arms, your fingers clinging on to the cotton fabric of his striped shirt. He remained silent, opting to move his hand to your head as his fingers massaged your scalp, pressing into the spaces between your cornrows. The wig you were wearing was long since discarded and you didn’t have the energy to find your bonnet.
You cried harder, unable to understand why Sal was so kind to you. Not that you thought you weren’t deserving, you knew you were. But someone doing something for you out of the kindness of their heart (especially when you were in a time of need) was extremely foreign to you. You buried your face into his chest, tears soaking the material. He continued to play with your hair, this time pulling you into his lap so he could use both hands.
As he did so, you wholeheartedly accepted his affection, allowing yourself to let all your emotions out, despite how ugly you looked at the moment. And Sal was patient with you, rocking you back and forth slowly to further soothe you. He hummed the tune of your favorite song (Everlong by Foo Fighters obv) softly, effectively subduing you into a complete puddle of mush in his arms. You moved so that you could wrap your arms around him, hands resting on his upper back as your fingers clung to his shirt. You were like a child in their mother’s arms with him, a level of comfort you hadn’t felt in entirely too long.
When you were finally calmed down, he pulled back and stared into your puffy eyes. You sniffled, staring back at him with confusion and a little embarrassment because oh my god you really just sobbed into his shirt like a fucking baby. And even if you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smiling softly at you. God, how did you find someone so perfect? He tilted his head to the baggy on the floor, eyes flashing you a questioning look. Your eyes flickered over to the bag, remembering that it was the reason you even started crying in the first place, and nodded.
He nodded at you, removing his hands from your hair (to your dismay) and stopping to swipe away some of your tears with his thumb before leaning to the side and grabbing the bag. You watched Sally intently as he pulled out a small white and yellow cup. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it, and you playfully slapped his chest.
“Say on God.” You whispered, jaw on the floor.
He chuckled at you and shook his head. “On God.” You couldn’t help but smile and took the cup from him carefully. The styrofoam was warm against your hands, and when you removed the lid, you almost cried again as the nostalgic scent of spicy cajun boiled peanuts hit your nose. He even remembered to put some of the broth in the cup as well, which was honestly your favorite part of the whole thing.
You looked up at him, a huge smile on your face. “Where you even find these at? Ian think Nockfell had ‘em.” None of the corner stores you had been to here carried them, but that just came with moving up north.
He shrugged, “Don’t worry about it, just know that I found them for you.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it warmed your heart. You nodded, taking one of the nuts from the cup, cracking it open with your teeth, and quickly eating its contents. They were just as good from when you last had them years ago. You offered him one, and he declined. “Their yours.” He said simply, hands now resting on your hips.
You pouted, setting the cup down in your lap. “Ion want ‘em if I can’t share with you.” Sal signed, knowing that he couldn’t fight with you. He didn’t really like spicy foods, but if it made you happy, then he would gladly eat all the spiciest foods the world had to offer. He unclamped the bottom half of his mask then lifted it, opening his mouth for you.
You placed a peanut between his teeth. “Bite.” You instructed. He bit down, a crunch signaling that the shell cracked. You pulled the peanut back, pulling the top shell off to reveal the real prize inside. You then tapped the shell so the nuts [please what else do I call these] would fall out. A hum left your lips when Sal started chewing, and then you went back to eating your own helping. It was quiet while you two ate, only the occasional crunch being heard.
After you had your fill (and forced Sal to try some more despite his complaints of the heat), he spoke. “You feeling better now?”
“Mhm, a lot better. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, it’s what I’m supposed to do.” He smiled, and you saw it this time. It was beautiful, despite the huge slit that twisted his lips and left some of his teeth exposed. It was genuine and honest, and was so soft. You smiled back at him, leaning forward to hug him.
could you do a story with Sal and fem reader where the reader is really into musicians and that gives Sal the bright idea to try and impress them w a song or just bh playing something random? Basically Sal being a goofball╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Ty!!
Ofc bookie! This is like the perfect scenario bcuz I hc that Sal would play songs for his crush. Alr hope I was able to satisfy 🙏🏾
(reminder: reader will always be black coded unless I say otherwise, so aave will be used from time to time. Also fun lil fact no one asked for, I also play guitar and her name is Lilith)
“Dude,” you shoved your phone in Sal’s face, one of your favorite music artists on the screen. “Do you understand how fine this person is. And they play guitar! Sally, they’re actually so perfect, it’s insane.” You gush, a series of giggles leaving your lips as you retract your phone, scrolling through more photos of the artist. You were practically cheesing at your phone, playing little snippets of different songs the artist had released.
You were in Sally’s room, sat on the floor next to his bed. Gizmo was playing with one of his many toys in the corner of the room, and homework papers were scattered all over the floor, though your study session had been long forgotten. Sal sat next to you, eyes glued on your goofy smile. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t figure out what you thought was so special about all the musicians you liked. Every week, you were gushing about a new artist, the same dopey smile plastered on your face as you went on and on about their music and the instruments they play. If Sal really wanted to, he could play all their songs and then some. Hell, he’d probably even play their songs better than they did. Wait.
“You know I can play guitar too, right?” He said suddenly. Your eyes shot up to meet his, your smile now a straight line.
“Oooh, really?” You replied coyly, a smirk creeping its way onto your features. Sal felt his cheeks heat up at the way you looked up at him, but he stood his ground. He nodded his head, moving to stand and grab his guitar from his closet.
“Yeah, and I promise you it’ll be better than whoever you’re listening to right now.” He shot back, voice muffling when his head disappeared in his closet. He emerged with his amp in one hand and guitar in the other. You watched in awe, your eyes sparkling with fascination as they glossed over the shines wood of Sal’s electric. It looked just as pretty as all the musicians’ you talked about, and the fact that you were actually about to witness someone play in person, you could hardly contain your excitement.
“You better not disappoint me, Fisher. I have very high expectations.” You giggled, leaning forward on your palms to get closer.
Sal smiled at you beneath his mask, “Sal Fisher never disappoints.” He joked, setting himself down and adjusting his guitar in his lap after plugging it up to his amp.
“Whatever, just hurry up and play.” You waved him off, staring at how his fingers so effortlessly landed on the fret board. He rolled his eyes at you, huffing before speaking again.
“Can you play the clip from earlier? I wanna see if I can play that one.”
You nod, reaching back to grab your phone. You pressed play and the snippet played out. Sal hummed and nodded thoughtfully, then he began to strum. He played the riffs he heard perfectly, his fingers gliding across the fretboard with such ease. He even added a couple extra notes here and there, and it sounded heavenly. Your smile grew so huge that your cheeks hurt and but the time Sal was finished playing, you were jumping and clapping your hands excitedly.
“That was so good, what the fuck?”
He chuckled at you, his face heating up again. “See, I told you I’d be good.” You rolled your eyes at him, scooting closer so you were about a foot away from him. You narrowed your eyes and a look of mischief flashed across your face.
“Bet you can’t play another one.”
Sal almost looked offended, a scoff escaping him. “You bet your ass I can.”
“Do it then, prove to me that you’re worthy.” You pulled back, staring at him with a shit eating grin. He tilted his head at you, confused obviously.
“Worthy of what, exactly?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Worthy of being my new favorite musician, duh!” You smile, “Now play.” With a small chuckle, he began to play another riff, and you recognized it this time. It was one of your favorite songs that you had found recently, though you were pretty sure you only mentioned it in passing once.
Had he remembered this song just for you? Of course, but he would never tell you that. He observed you carefully when he started to sing the lyrics along with the song as well, and when your jaw dropped, he almost couldn’t contain his laughter. When he reached the end of the song, you were still wide eyed, but your smile returned to your face.
Sal nearly died when you jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him into a hug. After the initial shock wore off, he hugged you back, the scent of your perfume and hair products permeating his senses. You pulled back, staring into his eyes, your hands still resting on his shoulders.
“You’re absolutely insane.” You muttered.
“So…? Did I ‘prove myself’ worthy of being you favorite musician?” He chuckled, the tips of his ears burning red from the eye contact.
You nodded furiously, that dopey smile he loved still on your face. “Just as long as you promise to play for me again, then yes.”
A chuckle fell from the blue haired boy. “I think I might be able to do that.”
Oh also any Sal related asks r open, but I’ll only do small scenarios (like less than 1000 words cause I gotta save my creative juices for my main fic lolol) so yea ask away, I’ll try to do as many as I can
So it’s currently 1 am on a school night rn lol and I’ve been seeing so many of these so I decided to write my own. This is like…. My first ever tumblr post and I have absolutely no idea how to use this app so pls be kind!!!
GnAfab!Reader
You didn’t necessarily consider yourself popular, despite what the gang told you. You just thought you were… well known.
Yea that was definitely the best way to describe it
Your unique style and flashy clothing made you stand out amongst your peers, and you garnered a lot of attention for it.
When you first started freshman year, the attention wasn’t really positive, and you were talked about by almost everyone. Rumors flew around at such a rapid pace that it made your head spin.
You had heard it all. From “they a hoe” to “they sacrifice people and worship the devil”. But with Larry and the gang, you managed to make it through that hell and by sophomore year, everyone loved you and the negative opinions of you melted into ones of admiration.
Despite this, you were still sort of unaware of just how many eyes were on you, though. So much so, that you couldn’t even tell that your best friend, Sally Face, was looking at you with more than just platonic admiration.
The way you found out was so odd, though, and everything sort of clicked in your head when you processed it.
You were walking with Sal to your shared Physics class when someone approached you and complimented your outfit and makeup. You gave them a smile and thanked them and when they walked away, Sal made agreed with them.
Surprised you because he never really compliments you unless it’s a special occasion like your birthday or something.
When u guys DO start dating, almost everyone knows about it despite you only telling Ash & Larry
Relentless teasing from your friends, them saying how it was so obvious that you and Sal had googly eyes for each other. It’s sweet, really.
Occasionally, you would see posts about it on the school’s drama page where people would try and start up rumors again, but it never really stuck.
For at least a month, your relationship is the talk of the town. You get a lot more stares whenever you’re with him, but Sal will continue to hold your hand, effectively distracting you from the paparazzi-like gaze.
Sal doesn’t mind all the attention too much as he’s grown accustomed to it from his old school. It can get a bit overwhelming for him though when you constantly have people approaching you in the halls, asking you guys questions or just trying to converse with you both in general
It does kind of catch him off guard though since he’s used to all the eyes being on you rather than himself. You’re always there to stand up for him if need be.
“Omg, I see you in the halls all the time and I just wanted to say I love your style so much! Your outfit and makeup is so cute today!” Another student stopped you and gushed as you were walking to class with Sal. It was sudden, and the compliment made your heart skip a beat. You flashed them a bright smile before you replied.
“Thank you bookie, I really appreciate it.” The person smiled back at you and nodded, waving at you before walking off down the hall.
“You do look really pretty today.” Sal spoke from beside you. You immediately could feel your face heating up and you turned to face him, trying your best to hide the fact that he made your heart skip a beat. Sal never really commented on your looks, so to say you were surprised was an understatement.
A cheeky smile played at your lips. “If I look so good then why don’t you come and kiss me?” You giggled as you watched his ears and neck turn bright pink at your sudden flirtatious comment. Another thing about you is that you were a huge flirt. None of your friends were safe, and Sal was no exception. He quickly turned his face away from you, his blue pigtails following the movement of his head.
“Pssht, whatever.” He mumbled, speeding up to walk in front of you. Another giggle escaped you as he passed you. “Maybe I should.”
It was almost a whisper, you barely caught it through the noise of the halls, but you did. It made your heart flutter as you stared at him with a wide-eyed expression. You hurried behind him, grabbing onto the hem of his black sweatshirt to not lose him in the huge crowd of people blocking up the halls.
Then came your response to him. You leaned down (you’re taller than him in this, sorry not sorry to all my short readers), speaking quietly next to his ear. “I think you totally should.” A giggle followed, and then you dashed into the classroom, quickly seating yourself before he got the chance to reply.
Later, when you’re at home, you get a text from him.
Sally 💙
>did u rlly mean what u said b4 class? Abt the kiss?
You
>Possibly, y? Does Sally Face want to kiss me?
Sally 💙
>No… tf (maybe)
You
>lol ur so silly, ofc I meant it
Sally 💙
>Great omw rn
You
>doors open stinka
When he comes over, he’s a stuttering mess, fumbling over his words and cracking jokes to divert his awkward energy, which only makes you fall in love with him even more. You stop his babbling by pressing a gently kiss to the cheek of his prosthetic, your hands resting on his shoulders. His brain totally fries and all he can do is look at you with wide eyes. You smile, and give him another kiss, this time telling him that you’ve always wanted to do that. He confesses after, and next thing you know, you’re in a giggling fit wrapped up in his arms on your couch with the new title of Sal Fisher’s significant other.
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