blood red // sal fisher x reader

Pacify Her

Someone told me "stay away from things that aren't yours"
But was it yours if it wanted me so bad?

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(Warning: this chapter may be triggering to some. Read at your own discretion)

Larry glanced over his shoulder apprehensively, making sure no one was around to see or hear Sal. Although he was unable to hide his agitation, he shifted his attention back to the boy, who appeared unfazed by Larry's demeanor.

"Listen, you really shouldn't be here right now," he tried to reason, choosing his words carefully, "Y/N's here, and so is James."

"So?" Sal retorted, narrowing his eyes, "I already knew that. Is that supposed to scare me away? I don't care about them."

"Sal, come on," Larry pleaded, looking over his shoulder again then back at his friend, "We don't want any trouble."

"I'll behave," he promised, lifting his prosthetic to give an overly sweet smile as he pushed past Larry. This caught him off guard and he didn't react immediately, but he quickly regained his composure and pulled Sal's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Sal let out a frustrated groan, but turned to face Larry, silently telling him to just get done with it already.

"Please, things are finally starting to get better," Larry pleaded yet again, growing anxious, "Ash said you had no interest in making amends with us, so why are you doing this? You're here to torment Y/N."

Sal rolled his eyes, "I don't even want her anymore. I'm here because Ash invited me."

"You're not going to make this any easier by lying to me."

Sal pulled his arm back, annoyed at Larry's mistrust. He readjust his prosthetic and crossed his arms, giving him an annoyed glare, "If she wants to be with him, then so be it. I don't have it in me to fight anymore, so I won't."

"And it won't it hurt you? To see them together?"

His jaw clenched at the question, something his prosthetic fortunately hid from Larry's view, making it easier to lie, "I said I don't care."

"Alright," Larry finally gave in, too exhausted to fight any longer. He sighed, "But please don't do anything stupid."

As the door to the bedroom swung open, the lively conversation among the four of you abruptly fell silent upon encountering Sal. Though he displayed no emotion, inwardly he felt a sense of satisfaction at having provoked such a reaction from everyone — especially for witnessing how you sought refuge behind James, who instinctively enveloped you in a protective embrace.

Wasn't he so angry at everything, he would surely have been upset. Just a few days ago Sal didn't even know James existed, and now he was about to spend an entire night in his company, watching him do with you things he had done not long before. But at the moment he didn't care about that, not as much as he cared about the fact that his mere presence was enough to affect you the way it did. And the way your boyfriend's first instinct had been to wrap his arms around you also showed just how threatened he felt by Sal. He loved the feeling.

"I brought some canned piña coladas," he raised his arm, showing the plastic bag hanging from it, "You love those, don't you, Y/N?"

You gulped down the lump in your throat, instinctively tightening your grip on James. Sal gave you an innocent, untainted look—but you knew better. And you weren't so sure that two could play this game anymore.

Luckily, James always knew whenever you needed help, and he was always more than happy to step in, "She's having something better today," he grabbed your drink from the floor, one that he had bought, and raised it to show Sal, "but thanks for the offer."