blood red // sal fisher x reader

Paper Rings

I like shiny things
But I'd marry you
With paper rings

Everything was perfect. Much better than he could've expected, much more real. His fantasies had come true, and he was no longer laying in his own bed alone with his eyes closed while wild thoughts of you ran through his mind and did things to his body. No, it was happening. It had happened.

Looking back at you with a big, toothy grin that seemed to never go away, Sal felt like his life couldn't get any better. You looked absolutely beautiful, like you always did in his eyes, but this time it felt different-- lying in his bed in only your short skirt with that Goddess look to you that he always thought you had, the sex hair, the swollen red lips and hooded eyes, skin glistening with sweat. Easily the prettiest, most alluring girl he had ever met. All his.

Or at least that's what he convinced himself to think everytime the depressing thought of losing you by the end of the week returned. He still had six days, didn't he? And you were surprisingly sweet, careful and gentle when taking his virginity. The second time, at least, though the first fiasco had been his fault. He thought maybe, just maybe, that was a good sign and it wasn't completely impossible for you to fall in love with him by the time your little agreement was over. He could only hope.

There was also the fact that you didn't oppose to telling him the words he so desperately wanted to hear from you. Sure enough, it did take some convincing, but not nearly as much as he thought it would, coming from you. You were too hard-headed at times, and so firm on saying you didn't have any feelings. He couldn't help but wonder if you really didn't, but wasn't too excited to find out. The odds were still against it, after all.

But then again, you had sounded so convincing. He had asked you to say it once, and you proceeded to keep saying it until the two of you were a moaning mess for each other. Did that really not mean anything? Could you really be that good of an actress to fake such a strong feeling so well the way you did?

This is not the time to overthink, Sal thought, shaking his head to rid himself of those invasive thoughts. He knew trying to talk about it would completely kill the mood, so he did his best to hold his concerns back. You agreed to it, you idiot. It's only fair that you don't fuck this up, she owes you nothing.

"I'm hungry." You muttered after a while, pulling the troubled boy back to reality, which he was glad for.

Sal laughed, nodding. He was a little relieved. "What do you feel like eating?"

"I don't wanna order anything, can't we cook?"

"I can't cook to save my life." He chuckled, offering you a hand to help you up. You took it gladly. "But we can go for something simple, we'd just have to go grocery shopping first if that's okay with you."

You perked up at his words, smiling excitedly and clapping your hands—which Sal thought that was the cutest thing ever—, "I love grocery shopping! Well, I mean, not really, but when I'm with other people, I do! It's always fun to walk around picking things up and discussing what we really need and what's there just for the sake of eating bad shit that'll ruin your body. Man, those are my favorite snacks."

He couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat in his chest; that felt so personal, so homey, so domestic. Your words, your excitement, the fact that the two of you were leaving to go buy ingredients to make dinner together, it screamed couple. And Sal couldn't stop smiling at that. You went on and on about junk food, gummy bears and soda pop and at some point he stopped listening, not because he didn't find it interesting, but because he couldn't stop repeating to himself how much he fucking loved you and how much he wished that would last. His own words were so loud inside his mind that he completely drowned out everything else.