aimee and sally? It’s kinda odd but it’d be fun - bi-aimee
You’re Aimee, you’ve traveled this earth for a long, long time, searching for love and companionship
But there’s one problem: nobody sticks around long enough, even after you try every courtship trick in the book
Even after you’ve tried to be friendly, and pleasant, and perfectly cheery
Some people say you’re too forward - they’ve told you that since you were little, but you can’t fathom why that would be a bad thing - and others are too busy screaming and running or yelling angrily to explain what you’ve done to deserve their animosity
You’ve tried man, woman, and other alike, but you always seem to be too much, and sooner or later, they all leave
But you are not discouraged, because who are you without someone to love?
One day you meet a girl - she has large brown eyes, warm tanned skin, chubby cheeks, dark fluffy hair and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen
She’s adorable, and energetic, and practically a walking, talking ray of happiness, and you’re drawn to her positivity like Icarus to the sun
You wonder how many heartbreaks it will take to make you stop trying
Eventually you find the courage to introduce yourself; her name is Sally, which fits her perfectly and encompases everything about her in a single word
Sally loves to have tea parties - so do you! You start having them together, even if you can’t actually drink the tea anymore, it’s comforting and nostalgic to be able to sit with someone and talk about the day’s happenings over tea.
She loves waffles for than anything in the world, which is endearing as it is worrying
There’s nothing she can’t do that she sets her mind to, and her ambition is almost frightening when it comes to reaching a goal that she finds worthy of her time
Sometimes her tenacity can get the best of her though, and in those times you worry about the consequences of her actions, especially since she disregards them
You feel at peace around her, even if most of the time she’s getting into some sort of trouble at every turn
You worry that one of these schemes will be her last, but she has her brother, who possesses an amazing power to bring people back to life if they are near him
And you wish once more that your body wasn’t sitting at the bottom of a lake in france
Nonetheless it’s still difficult to watch her get hurt over and over, even she brushes it off like it’s nothing
You feel as though your heart is burning every time she looks your way, and even in death your cheeks heat up when she directs her beautiful smile at you
Sally hasn’t run away yet, or looked at her in disgust or fear - only given her bright smiles and bubbly laughs and warm hugs every time they meet
You know when to count your blessings, because soon, too soon, she’s gone.
You’re visiting her house one day - and you love her family like they’re your own, but they can never replace Sally - and they tell you Sally’s disappeared; left yesterday and never returned
None of them seem too worried, but there’s a quickly deepening furrow in your brow when you come by the next day and she still hasn’t returned
Still, nobody seems alarmed, so you wait another day
But she still hasn’t returned
So even if her family acts as though this is nothing to be concerned over - though that’s not entirely true, because you’ve seen the dark circles under Gertrude’s eyes, and the way Billy jumps when someone catches him searching for something through the window, or how their frequent smiles are slowly fading into grimaces and frowns - you decide to go search for her yourself
You search everywhere you can think has even the slightest possibility or her being there, and when those turn up nothing, you search places someone might have taken her to, or she might have wandered into if she wasn’t paying attention, some of them you’ve never even heard of before now, and when even then, you still can’t find Sally, you start searching in the sketchy parts of town - all of the dark alleys and each shabby motel, and every abandoned warehouse and decrepit building - and you’ve practically shaken down the entire city and the ones nearby before someone tells you they might know where she is.
It’s been seven days since she disappeared now and you’ll take any clue you can get at this point
You check in with the Acachallas each day to see if she’s returned, and you know they’re scared too now, you can see it in the way they grip each other’s hands and sit in the living room together watching the front door like it’s their only lifeline.
The person who tipped you off has disappeared by the next day, probably out of fear because they snitched, but you’ll take what you have
You’re not afraid for yourself because you’re already dead, and the only paranormal investigators for miles around are P.I.E.
You hope someone calls them, because you want to see the look on their face when you tell them what’s happened and watch as one of them - probably Ghost - decks the fiend in the face
You realize you’ve become quite spiteful since Sally went missing, but it’s the least of your worries when the world is tilted wrong from her absence and you’re vision has a red tint to it at all times now
It’s been eleven days since Sally went missing when you finally find her
There are guards with guns at the door of the warehouse and they try to shoot you immediately, but the bullets phase right through you and you don’t even bother to pretend it hurt
She’s in waffle withdrawal when you arrive, and has basically ransacked the entire building in an attempt to find some
You can’t find even an ounce of pity in yourself for these people
Sally careens around the corner with a dangerous look in her eyes when you accidentally kick something and it clatters loudly and skids down the aisle
Even in this state - wild-looking and grey-skinned, with empty black eyes; demonic by any stretch of the word - you think she’s beautiful as ever
She doesn’t recognize you, that much is clear when she swipes at you, growling when her clawed hand glides through you effortlessly, returning empty
You smile gently at her, unbothered by the many sharp teeth you can see when she snarls in return
You wonder how you can get her out of here safely, and contemplate ways to lead her back home in her current state
It’s then that one of the gunmen must walk in, probably to see what kind of trouble you’ve caused in the short time you’ve been in there
But they must see one of their former coworkers dead on the ground, because you hear a yelp and the cocking of a gun
You need to get Sally out of here quickly because Billy isn’t around to bring her back if she’s shot
In a split-second decision, you gather her hands up in your own, wrapping them around her razor-sharp nails gingerly
You kiss her cheek, hoping to god that any of this will bring a spark of recognition to her eyes
It takes some calming words and promises of safety (and a ton of waffles) and a few more kisses before Sally seems to actually see you, hear you, recognize you, but she does, and you’re overjoyed when her eyes fade from inky black to warm brown and are gazing at you with a fondness and amazement of which you’ve never been the target before
She tells you that you’re the first one to calm her from her waffle-rage without using waffles
And now you’re just as surprised as she is
Nonetheless, you explain the basis of the situation to her and you sneak past the guards together, snickering all the while
You explain everything else on the way home
When you get back you explain the whole story to her family - well the parts they didn’t already know - and they look just as amazed as Sally when you tell them that you managed to calm her down without feeding her addiction
You ask them if they’ve ever tried to before
They laugh nervously until Gertrude finally explains that they did when she was little, but as she grew older, the addiction grew stronger, and by age 12 it was no longer an option
You wonder why it worked for you, and can’t help turning curiously to Sally, who blushes and looks away
Spencer snickers at her reaction and Gertrude smacks him on the arm muttering something about being quiet
Things calm down after that, though the Acachallas clearly didn’t totally learn their lesson - the proof being that their crazy schemes and antics never stopped - but they were clearly more careful about pissing people off, and making targets of themselves
But you wouldn’t have it any other way
A month goes by and you wonder when Sally will have enough of you
Because it’s been over a year now, and she shows no signs of turning you away
You’ve practically become part of the family, and your heart aches more and more as time passes and you wait for the inevitable goodbye
And during one of your now bi-weekly tea parties Sally blurts “Will you go on a date with me?!” blushing profusely as she does
Through your shock, you hear yourself say “Of course I will!” and feel tears gather in your eyes
The date is just as perfect as you imagined and at the end, you get a peck on the lips and a big grin that lights up her entire face and you feel like you’re burning once more
Conclusion: Did I just write an entire Sally x Reader but the reader is Aimee fanfic? Because I think I did. Either way, very cute ship, super wholesome, and honestly, p sure it would work!
