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Sal with his little sister?

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sal with a little sister

You walked slowly, kicking rubble and pieces of trash out of your path. Your hand tightly clutched your brother’s colder hand, your other swinging idly at your side. Sal said he had someone he wanted you to meet. A girl, a lonely girl, who lived on the 5th floor. Bewildered as to why anyone would want to even step foot up there, you agreed and tagged along with him.

You had just exited the elevator and were now making your way to a room. Your nose wrinkled as the smell of mildew, mold, and sewage hit you. The floor was caved in in some spots, other areas unrepairable with stains from Lord knows what. The walls were filled with holes and bare wires, which made Sal tug you closer to him in order for you to avoid touching anything dangerous. The bare bulbs hung down the hall, casting flickering and long shadows.

The floorboards groaned under every footfall the two of you made, threatening to collapse if there was a misstep. Subconsciously, you inched even closer to your brother. You felt the hair on your arms and neck rise on end as he stopped you in front of a door with the number sign barely hanging on. It didn’t feel right. You swallowed, blinking up at your older brother while he looked back at you.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he spoke quietly.

You shook your head, your own pigtails flinging along, “I wanna spend time with you. It’s no far that the other kids seem to know you better than I do. We just moved here! You’re my brother!”

Sal laughed at your childish huffing. He knew it was true though; you’d grown apart ever since you all moved to Nockfell. He squeezed your hand gently, his other hand reaching out to swing open the door. Sal was actually touched by how willing you were just to spend time with him. He was just the lame brother.

You shuddered at the gust of warm wind that brushed past you upon the opening of the door, the room stale and dim. Sal led you in the apartment, shutting the door behind you as you continued to adjust to the lighting, or lack thereof. Grabbing your hand again, he began to tug you to another door, a strong stench emitting from the room it kept closed off. You resisted a little with a gag, Sal stopping to look back at you. You held up a finger, signalling you needed a moment to continue to which he hummed and put a hand on your shoulder.

“You really–”

“Sal, I am doing this,” you shot out, “I wanna hunt ghosts, too. Dad’s boring.”

His gut twisted. Dad was always in his room drinking the rest of his life away. He partially angry, but felt mostly guilt. Ever since the accident, Henry was on a downward spiral trajectory. He stopped caring about everything. This, in turn, affected you. His baby sister. People would often ask if you two are twins (before they get a glimpse of his prosthetic, that is), as you had adamantly demanded to match his hair style of cyan blue pigtails. He was filled with pride every time you told people you wanted to be just like him,

You tugged at his sleeve, motioning towards the door again. He gave you a soft grin under his prosthetic and took your hand, beginning the few steps to the bathroom. It was a few seconds as he opened the door and ushered you in. Soon, you stood in the silent and dirty bathroom. Your stomach churned as the stench returned 10 fold. Turning to your brother, you didn’t bother hiding your disgusted face. Sal laughed, turning on the Super Gearboy he had been carrying with him.

You watched him fiddle with it for a few minutes before kicking a small clearing the dirt and sitting down. You looked around, the walls and floors covered in grime that would take years to power wash away. On the towel rack hung a golden cross necklace. Compared to the rest of the room, it looked brand new. The low light glinted beautifully off the seemingly polished metal. Unable to help yourself, you crawled to it, taking it in your hands and running your fingers over the intricate carvings in the sides.

Sal called your name, “Hey, don’t touch –”

His Gearboy started flashing green light, a horrendous noise coming from it. It wasn’t a scream, but just as loud and frightening. You dropped the necklace with a startled scream. The noise grew louder, echoing back snd forth off the bathroom walls. Sal slid on his knees to you, wrapping his arms around you as he comforted you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, listening to your fear induced sobs, “I should’ve warned you.”

A moment passed before he snickered, “I’ve never heard you scream like that.”

You hit his chest, pushing away from him to retort only to freeze.

A girl, maybe a few years younger than you, stood before you. She looked confused, but excited nonetheless. She was pale… See-through? Sal stood, offering you a hand that you accepted. She began looking between the two of you in awe, “Two Sally’s?”

You puffed out your chest as you declared your name, Sal tugging one of your pigtails, “She’s my little sister.”

You yanked his hair back, harder, “Only by like… 5 years!”

“I’m Megan!” The ghostly girl chirped.

As you began to converse with the spirit, Sal felt a swell of adoration in his chest. He’d have to take you with him more often.

#sally face #sallyface #mod sal #ashley campbell #imagines #larry johnson #sal fisher #reader inserts #todd morrison

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#not imagines #mod sal #theres so many asks sndheuhrufjumdkms

Could you imagine how sal would be if his o was like a alien or something, think the steven universe gems for reference. I can't help but think that hed fucking flip, ghosts are one thingnthose are on the planet, an alien life br om that could very very easily kill him if they blaintently saw a reason too. Lik their so lean but terrifyingly strong, could probably just break travis arm with far too much ease

this ended up leaning more towards larry but sal still has a crush on them! if this isn't to your needs, send it again!

larry and sal with a gem s/o

It was fairly obvious you weren’t human. Your skin had a blue tone to it, your strength was otherworldly, and who’s hair is naturally defiant against gravity like that? On top of that, your gem embedded into the back of your hand and lack of present day knowledge was a red flag.

Larry had invited everyone back to the treehouse to celebrate graduating their freshman year, differing levels of enthusiasm for the next year radiating from the four teens. After hanging around in the treehouse itself, they eventually decided to mess around outside.

“Sally, man! What’re you doing?”

Said boy stopped digging near the base of the tree, hands filthy and prosthetic speckled with dirt. He turned to his now alert friends, hands still in the shallow hole he was digging, “I found something.”

At his words and no explanation, the remaining three shot a glance at each other before going to help Sal. Thus a digging frenzy had begun.

Sal had found an, to be frank, ancient looking necklace. The gem was seemingly polished and well kept, even though they had just uncovered it from the muck. Larry held it gingerly in his calloused fingertips, turning it over a few times and watched as the light beamed off. He was mesmerised. Even though Sal had found it (an agreement between the friends was whoever found it, kept it or called dibs), he let the in-awe boy keep it. Larry didn’t keep it for himself, though. He had gifted it to his mother, who was infatuated with the jewelry as well.

When the chain broke, he was panicked. His mother wasn’t home and he had found himself staring at the gem as he had made habit of doing when he fell apart in his hands.

“Oh, god. Oh, my god,” he began dancing in place, panicked eyes darting from the necklace to the door to the kitchen and back. Larry made a quick dash to the junk drawer in the kitchen, nearly ripping the drawer out of the counter.

Gently, he set the pieces on the countertop and began his search for a pair of pliers and superglue. “Okay. It’s fine. I can clasp the metal links together and maybe superglue it if I need to. It’s going to be okay.” He repeated this hushed montra to himself, working diligently to get it done before his mother returned.

His hands had been shaky and, as he positioned the necklace together again, the gem popped out. Letting out a loud shriek, he tried to catch it.

And, of course, he didn’t.

He watched it tumble across the floor, rolling to a stop before he dove for it. Larry began to inspect it worriedly, relieved when he found no scratches. He stood to his feet, sighing and turning back to the chain on the counter when it began to grow… Warm?

He looked at the gem in his hand and nearly chucked it across the room. It was glowing. Blindingly bright. He quickly set it back down and sprinted to his room for his (new) walkie talkie.

“Sal? Bro, get down here now. Bring Todd.”

And that’s how they found you. You had reformed in the floor of Larry’s kitchen. They had turned the couch and hid behind it to watch you from afar, Sal tugging his pigtails. Todd watched in awe as your light form began to take shape. All three witnessed you come to, fade from light, and collapse on the floor.

Without much thought, Larry jumped the couch and slid to you, hands trembling as he looked you over, “Hey, are…”

You turned to him, eyes blank at first and then they gained a gloss of fear. You yanked yourself from his grip as you stood, backing into the table. Frightful, you turned and smashed it with your bare hand. Bare hand. Sal jumped and Todd gasped as the splinter storm settled, watching you shrink into a corner. Larry, persistent, crawled closer but kept his distance.

“We’re… We’re not going to hurt you.” His voice was soft, gentle. Unlike his usually deep and gravelly tone. Sal watched on with a pounding heart. Sure, the stone you were kept in was beautiful, but it did not compare to your face. Todd stood and startled the shortest boy, hands gripping the couch as your gaze turned to the redhead, “What are you?”

While Sal smacked his leg and scolded him, Larry kept trying. He offered you his hand, his face relaxed and kind. He remained on his knees, afraid that his standing up would frighten you. Your eyes were a deep, ocean blue, your lids rimmed with barely held back tears. You were so scared it broke their hearts.

After a while of hushed promises, you had calmed down enough to feel safe and sat on the couch between Larry and Todd. Sal planted himself in front of you on the floor, his eye wandering over your form with wild curiosity. You skin was that of a light cyan and your hair a darker shade of blue. Larry eyed the familiar gem embedded in your hand, eyebrow twitching. What are you? Did you know his dad? That question made him jump, his mouth opening desperately before Sal caught his eye, shaking his head slowly.

“Where… am I?’ Your voice caught both Larry and Sal’s attention, both of their hearts catching for some odd reason.

Todd spoke, pushing up his glasses, “Nockfell, Oregon. What-- Er, who are you?”

You shook your head lowly, tapping your gem, “I’m… Lapis. Lapis Lazuli. But there are many kinds of me. I can’t remember my cut.” Your tears welled again. You didn’t know where you were, what happened, and your cut code. Sal gently took your clenched hand into his, his prosthetic lifting a little as his eyes creased. A smile.

“Well, let’s give you your own name then, yeah?”

You blinked, tears evaporating. Larry continued to stare at you, out of focus. You were so pretty, “I… I’m…” you mumbled the name that came to your mind, the three of them echoing it after you.

Todd stood and nodded, a kind grin on his face, “I think that fits you perfectly! You should stay down here with Larry. Mr. Addison would… Not appreciate unexpected visits from a blue person.” Sal squawked in alarm, shooing Todd out the door. While he yelled about people being blue not being a problem, you turned to Larry. His brown eyes refocused on your face, warm and rich. He gave you a gap-toothed grin, his birthmark moving with his cheek. Out of curiosity, you reached a hand out to cup his face and run your thumb over it. Larry jumped, his face exploding in color.

He could only stare at you. Whatever you were, he hoped you wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

stay sally! face you later!

#sally face #sallyface #mod sal #ashley campbell #imagines #larry johnson #sal fisher #reader inserts #todd morrison

How long have you been walking there, Sal?

A while now. I think almost a month. It’s really dark here. It never ends, I guess.

#sally talks: ep 4 #not imagines #mod sal

Sorry, for lack of activity, I’ve been busy all month.

Good news is that I will be writing some requests again, and...

We hit 1k! We are now at 1,148 and I cannot express how ecstatic I am that you all enjoy my writing so much! I promise to work harder to produce more content.

More good news, I will be expanding the cast to Larry, Ash, and Travis! I will not write anything with ships of the main characters (salarry, salash, larash, saltrav, etc.) This is strictly a reader insert blog!

Again thank you so much!

stay sally! face you later!

#not imagines #soon!!!!#mod sal #sally face #sallyface #ashley campbell #larry johnson #travis phelps

sal,, ur like freakin amazing just saying

the most amazing thing i’ve done is actually wear matching socks

#sally talks: ep 3 #masked friend #not imagines

I want sal to fucking rail me

sally does not

#sally talks: ep 2

wdym you've always been a dork. two hairs away from being an absolute nerd.

you all know one day i’m going to snap, right?

#this is a meme oh my god #sally talks: ep 2 #masked friend

sal is,,a fucking dork,,

i’m a dork, now?

#sally talks: ep 2

hi! could you write some fluffy sleepover stuff with sal and his s/o? have a lovely day <3

hey, reader! thanks for the request!

sal’s sleepover

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sal! Thanks for letting me come over, Henry!”

He didn’t bother to pay attention to his father’s reply, hopping up from his seat quickly, “Do you really have to go?”

You gave a grin, sighing softly and patting his head, “Well, duh? I’m just down the hall, you know this. Plus, I need to head to bed early.”

Your hand on his head sent electrifying shocks down his spine and he hid his shivers well from you with a fake stretch and yawn, “Oh. Right. Me, too. But you can, like... Stay the night.” “Sal...”

He turned to his father’s stern face, tugging at his pigtails as he continued, “I mean, we go to the same school anyway. And they live down the hall so if they need anything...”

You whipped out your phone, now enthusiastic about a school night sleepover, “I’m asking my mom now, dude.”

“Kids,”

“You should ask Larry to come up, too!”

“She said yeah!”

“Hey!”

Both of you quieted down, differing levels of disappointment coming off of you in waves. Henry pinched he bridge of his nose and groaned quietly. He knew you two weren’t going to do anything bad. He had trust in you and you hadn’t let him down yet. Tossing his head side to side, he sighed, “Okay. Okay, you can stay the night,” he paused, watching as you both began to practically vibrate in place, “as long as you can stay quiet. Be sure to take your meds before you go to bed, though, Sal.” The boy flushed under his prosthetic and gave a muttered ‘I know.’ You pumped your fist and ran to Sal’s room while the boy could barely contain himself. You were going to be spending the night with him! Giddy, he raced after you, leaving Henry calling out, “Nothing bad, kids! Don’t stay up too... late.”

Flinging his door open, you took 2 steps before leaping on his bed, flopping with a big bounce. Sal kicked his door shut, hands preoccupied with taking off his prosthetic, “Did you text Lar?” You hummed, eyes shut, “Yeah. You know he won’t respond, he’ll just come up if he can.” Nodding, he made his way to you and set his prosthetic on the table, hands going to his pigtails to dismantle. This is going to be the first night you spent at his apartment, which was odd given how close he and you were. He had liked you ever since he had met you, not that he would admit it. He was pretty sure Larry liked you too, giving him more reason not to act on his feelings.

“Sal?”

Blinking out of his thoughts, he looked at you as he began to undo his left pigtail, “Yeah?”

“Can I braid your hair?”

He blinked rapidly, his face must’ve looked stupid because you began to chuckle quietly, “You don’t have to let me. I’m just curious to see you with a different hair style.”

Half of his hair was down. He begin on the right, watching shyly as you sat up. There. His hair was completely down. Sal tilted his head from left to right, squinting an eye slightly, “I mean, I guess? Don’t see why you’d want to,” in a fluid move, he turned around and sat in front of you on his bed.

You let out a delighted hum, fingers resting on his shoulders for a brief moment before you stretched out your arms in front of the both of you and made the universal ‘gimme, gimme’ motions with your hands. He laughed a little, taking off his hair ties from his wrists and handing them to you over his shoulder. As he transferred the ties to your hand, there was clumsy dance of fingers. He felt your chest vibrate with an amused laughed, thanking whatever god there is that he was faced away from you as his face flushed.

Now fully equipped for hair braiding, you clicked your teeth at your phone lighting up. You gathered Sal’s hair in three sections before pausing to lean over to read the notification, “Larry’s on his way up but he’ll need help?”

Sal’s nose wrinkled ever so slightly, his already deep voice melting as he focused on the feeling of his hair being played with, “Why?”

There was another pause as you freed one hand to unlock and tap the text to read more, your eyebrows coming together, “He’s bringing food, I guess.”

With a shrug, you locked your phone and tossed it back on the bed, turning back to the pretty blue hair in your hands. With a goofy grin, you began to move the furthest right group into the center. Then the furthest left. Then the middle, and so on and so forth. He didn’t have a lot of hair to make a very long braid, but it was enough to make a cute, short one. You were done within 30 seconds, sitting back and humming in approval.

As you tucked a few stray strands into the twist, he slightly turned his head to you, eyes showing great curiosity, “You’re done already?”

“Yeah, braids don’t take long at all.” You grinned, “now turn around. I need to see how you look.”

You expected him to slowly turn, almost bashfully but instead he jumped up and struck a pose, turning to you in a flourish of hand flapping and pursed lips. Once Sal was looking you in the eye, he dropped the silly pose and sheepishly rubbed his arm, “Does it look okay?”

You giggled, “One, absolutely gorge. Two, you look really cute!”

“Yeah, I liked the poses a lot.”

You both turned towards the door, which Larry stood with arms full of snacks, “But I liked the plan for you to help me inside better.”

You laughed, bouncing up to help him while Sal went to drag out his bean bag chairs from his closet. Larry huffed at you through his nose while you took some bags from him, both of you feigning anger before he broke with a smile. You both went back to the bed, dumping your arm load on the comforter. Sal was kicking and hitting the chairs to make them somewhat comfortable and, by the time he was done, you and Larry had opened a bag of chips to chew on.

With a sigh and a smile, Sal flopped on his green beanbag after nabbing a bag of skittles.

You all munched in comfortable silence before Larry made a startled (and choked, Larry, you had food in your mouth, fool) and he lunged for his bag. Digging around, he returned with his favorite movie, before he stood to jam it in Sal’s DVD player. As he fussed with the device, you took the time to take a seat in the black bean bag chair next to the blue haired boy, who was fiddling with his braid.

Around a mouthful of caramel popcorn, you said, “You look really cute. It suits you,”

Sal batted his lashes at you with a hand under his chin as he grinned, “Why, thank you.” While he get you to laugh, he had meant it. Compliments from you made him feel beautiful.

And so throughout the movie marathon you three initiated, Sal scooted his chair closer and closer until you both fell asleep holding hands.