#larry johnson one shot

[salfishersface]

Arranged Marriage

Synopsis - The boys find out they are to be wed to you.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 1.9k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SAL FISHER couldn’t believe this was really happening, but he was ecstatic. You stood outside of his apartment door, drenched from the rain outside, but wore a wide smile on your face. “We’re arranged to be married,” you said to him. 

Sal blinked a few times, nodding his head lightly. “Really?” He asked. There was a slight mixture of relief and uncertainty in his voice. You nodded at him, smiling widely. Sal was wearing his prosthetic, as usual, so to read his facial expression was almost impossible but you could tell from his body language that he was excited. Just then, Sal pulled you into a tight embrace, almost knocking you off your feet.

“Happy?” You asked with a giggle, wrapping your arms around him as he squoze you tightly. 

“Very,” he nodded, breathing in your scent. It was all so overwhelming for Sal that he couldn’t help but feel dizzy. It was then that he realised how wet you were and immediately released you and pulled you into the empty apartment. You took in the surroundings of the apartment. Photos were scattered on the walls in a variety of different sizes and shapes. It definitely felt homely. 

“Thank you Sal,” you said, turning around to face him with a smile on your face. 

“What are you thanking me for?” Sal asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “I should be thanking you for agreeing to marry me!” 

“Well I suppose I’m thankful for your reaction,” you chuckled. “It was much better than I had expected. I thought you would be unhappy.”

Sal took a few steps towards you and you could tell that underneath his prosthetic, he was frowning. “Why would I be unhappy? You’re absolutely perfect.” 

You shook your head and let out a slight laugh. “I’m not, but thank you,” you quickly regained composure from your blushing face and looked at him with all seriousness. “I thought, because we didn’t know each other well, that you would take the news… badly.”

“Y/N,” Sal sighed, placing his hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look into his eyes. “You were nothing but nice to me in high school. Why would I be unhappy?” 

You shrugged and smiled softly at him once again. “I’m just happy that you’re happy.” 

Sal placed the lips of his prosthetic to your forehead and inhaled your scent again. He couldn’t believe that you were going to marry him. It was like a dream come true. After everything that had happened throughout his life, he never thought he would find happiness quite like this. He never even thought he would get married, let alone to you. “We have a lot of planning to do.” 

LARRY JOHNSON was surprised when you let it slip that you were to be married to each other while you were staying at his one night. At first, he thought you were joking. You had said it with such amusement that it was the only logical explanation. But after laughing your head off and taking another sip of the whisky you were sharing, you looked at Larry. “I’m serious,” you said, eyebrows narrowing. “Larry, we’re supposed to be getting married to each other.” 

His eyes widened at your words and he felt his mouth go dry. “We… We are?” You just nodded in acknowledgement. “Wow…”

“Wow?” You asked. “That’s all you can say? ‘Wow’?”

Larry shrugged, taking the bottle of whisky from you and taking another sip. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Larry, you’ve been my best friend for years! It’s weird!” You said, slightly agitated that he wasn’t listening to you. 

“It’ll be fine,” Larry said nonchalantly, shrugging once again. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his coolness to the situation. “When’s the big day?” He asked teasingly. 

“Larry!” You cried out loudly, palming yourself in the face out of embarrassment. 

“What?” He said, chuckling. “I’m being serious.” 

You mumbled, “we have to plan it.” 

“Well then, let’s get planning!” Larry smirked, sipping the whisky. You watched as Larry jumped off his bed and walked over to his wardrobe, bending down and picking up a box. Then, he made his way back over to the bed and sat down next to you. “This is my wedding box.”

“You have a wedding box?” You asked, smirking slightly. 

“Of course. It’s a big day, I’ve always wanted my wedding to be perfect,” Larry said with a drunken smile, opening the box. Inside it were pictures, scrawlings and templates of table settings. “Here, what do you think about this tux?” He asked, handing you a photo. 

You looked at Larry and held the photo up to his body. “I think it’d really suit you.” 

“I have almost everything planned, except for the nitty gritty stuff like flowers,” Larry said sheepishly. 

“I guess that’s my job?” You asked. 

“Our job,” Larry corrected. It was then that he pulled you close to him, your noses almost touching. “I’m glad I’m marrying you,” he whispered, gazing into your eyes. 

“You… You are?” You asked, eyebrows raising at his confession. Larry nodded before pressing his lips to yours softly, capturing them in a passionate dance. When Larry pulled away, his face was red from embarrassment but he was happy. Happy that after all these years, things were finally going his way. 

“I’ve loved you for the longest time Y/N,” Larry confessed. “I always have and I always will.” 

Your eyes widened and you nodded, “I love you too, Larry Johnson.” 

“I can’t wait for you to become Mrs Johnson,” Larry said excitedly as he placed the lid back on his wedding box. “We can look through all of that tomorrow, but for now, let's get some sleep.” You nodded and stood up when Larry grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” 

“To the couch, where I always sleep when I’m here?” You asked, raising an eyebrow out of confusion. 

“Well, since you’re going to be my wife you may as well stay here with me in my bed,” Larry said with a shrug, pulling the covers over the two of you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “There will be no funny business. I promise.” 

You nodded and smiled at his comment before relaxing, closing your eyes and resting your head against his shoulder. Within seconds you were asleep, dreaming of what was to come. 

TRAVIS PHELPS was not surprised at all when he had learnt that his father had arranged a marriage for him, but he was surprised to learn that it was you. Of all the people in his church, his father had to choose the person he loathed the most. You were gathering at the Phelps house for a ‘pre-wedding party’, for extended family to meet extended family. Travis was standing at one side of the room, wearing a black tux, while you were at the other side sipping the champagne that was on offer. Travis’ eyes met yours across the room and he immediately rolled them, not caring about how you felt when you saw his obvious disdain. You were about to walk over to him, cause a scene, when a lady you had never met before stood in front of you with a huge smile on their face. “It’s so lovely to meet you!” The lady said, excitement filling her voice. “You and Travis will make such a lovely couple!”

You wanted to roll your eyes at her, but instead you put on a fake smile. “Thank you.” 

“Where is he anyway?” The lady asked. You didn’t say anything, just pointed across the room to where Travis stood. His eyes widened as the lady beckoned him over and he reluctantly began to walk to you. When he reached the pair of you, he was immediately pulled into a bone crushing hug. The look on his face made you want to burst out with laughter, but you held back. “I was just speaking to your future spouse here,” the lady smiled, motioning to you. “You’re going to make such a lovely couple. May I dare say, have lovely children.” 

You choked on your drink. You didn’t want to think about children yet, if ever. Not with Travis anyway. “Children?” Travis spat out before you could even retaliate. “Never.” 

“Oh Travis, don't be so dramatic,” the lady said, patting Travis’ shoulders. 

“I’m not being dramatic,” he said, rolling his eyes. 

“Yes you are, love,” the lady retorted. “You’ll learn to love each other.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched her walk away from the two of you and Travis immediately stared you down. “This is your fault,” he snapped, pointing a finger in your face. 

“How is this my fault?” You snapped back. You were beyond furious now. “I didn’t do or say anything!”

“Exactly!” Travis was about to storm off when his father came up to the two of you. 

“Now, now. What’s going on?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“This isn’t going to work,” Travis said to his father. His eyes held a sense of fear. 

“It will work if you just open up your mind Travis,” his father said sternly. “This is happening. Whether you like it or not.” Travis scoffed and walked away, his footsteps heavy on the stairs. You looked at his father and sighed, shrugging lightly. “You should go and see him.” 

You nodded and walked through the crowd of people and up the stairs. You knew Travis’ room immediately, and knocked on the door. “Go away,” he snapped. 

“I’m coming in,” you said before storming in. 

“What do you want?” He asked, venom dripping from his voice. His tux was half un-done as he sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands and gripping at his hair. 

“We need to work this out,” you said softly, sitting down next to him. 

“No we don’t,” Travis retorted. He didn’t even bother looking at you as he spoke. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” You asked seriously. 

It was then that Travis looked at you, his eyes held an unhealthy amount of fury. “Because you’re unclean! I know what you’ve done in your life. You’re not worthy of being married to me!” 

You felt your heart crack slightly at his cruel words, but you shook off the feeling and narrowed your eyebrows at him. “At least I’ve lived a little!” You shouted back at him. 

Travis stood up, his height towering over you. You felt slightly intimidated. “I have lived. Purely in the eyes of God!” You rolled your eyes and stood up to match him. Within seconds, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours quickly. All before pulling away. Travis was shocked, stumbling backwards as his eyes widened. “W-What was that for?” He asked, stuttering slightly. His hand reached up to his lips, touching them softly. His first kiss. 

“Do you feel better now?” You asked softly, head bowing lightly. Travis shook his head and you turned to leave the room. “We have to make this work Travis. For our families,” and with that you walked out of his bedroom and back downstairs to the party. Travis remained still as he watched you leave, fingertips touching his chapped lips as he thought back to the kiss. His body felt warm, an unusual feeling he wasn’t used to. You would be the death of him, he knew it.

[salfishersbxtch]

how you met.

warnings: none.

sal fisher met you on his first day at nockfell high school. you were hanging around with your best friend larry who had told you all about the new-comer. sal's eyes immediately lit up when he saw larry, happily walking towards a familiar face in this new and unfamiliar place. when sal saw you, he froze momentarily. "hi!" you smiled, holding your hand out for sal to take. he was hesitant at first, but soon took your hand and shook it politely muttering a hello. his heart was beating rapidly as your hands met and sal couldn't help but feel self conscious as you looked at up and down. "i like your prosthetic," you said politely, returning your hand to your hip.

sal was about to correct you, explain that it was a prosthetic and not a mask, but then your words sunk in. "you know it's not a mask?" sal asked, eyes wide. you nodded as you bit your lip, a cheeky smile spreading across your face. "well, thanks," sal spoke quietly. he was thankful that his prosthetic hid the blush that spread rapidly across his face as you smiled at him.

it was from that moment on, sal knew he had it bad for you.

larry johnson met you on your first day at addison apartments. you were dragging a box to the elevator when he was walking past and, like a true gentleman, he stopped to give you a hand. "need some help?" he asked, a grin on his face.

"oh no it's fine," you protested.

but larry was having none of it. "nonesense," he said, grabbing the other side of the box. "you look like you're struggling."

he helped you lift the box into the elevator and began making small talk with you. asking which apartment you were moving into and where you came from, you know, that sort of thing. you found out his name was larry, he lived in the basement apartment with his mother and he went to nockfell high school. he helped you bring up a few more boxes to your apartment before he went on with his day.

larry knew he would be seeing you more often than just passing ships in the halls, and he was happy with that.

travis phelps met you at his father's church. you were sitting on the front row mindlessly strumming on your knee as service was on. it was apparent that you weren't listening at all. you felt eyes on you and turned to look at travis who was sneering at you from across the room. you smiled at him but he didn't retaliate with a smile, instead he stuck his tongue out at you angrily. your eyes widened at his actions before you turned away awkwardly, fingers still strumming on your knee.

after the service, travis approached you with anger in his eyes. "so you weren't listening to service?" he asked bitterly.

you spun round, coming face-to-face with him before answering plainly. "no."

"and why not?" he asked.

"just got some things on my mind," was all you said, looking the boy up and down.

he looked at you with such disgust as you admired him. “what can be more important than church?” he asked, scoffing at you.

“my mental health?” you replied questioning my.

travis simply rolled his eyes at your statement. “you’re clearly lying,” he poked fun at you. “next time i see you, i want to see you paying attention.”

and with that he walked off leaving you dumbfounded at his brashness and confidence. as he walked away, travis knew that you were going to be trouble.

a/n || first post on this account! i hope all my sally face lovers like this and stay tuned for more posts<3

commissions are open.

caffinate me.

[devourers-of-god]

Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

[kaminokatieemoved]

Hi Hi! How are you?

I read the Sal fic you wrote and I loved your writing. :)

So, here I am to ask for some angst with Sal x F!Reader, where she is Larry's younger sister (two years younger than him), and after his death, she starts drinking and smoking, because she's never done these things before, so when Sal realizes what's been going on, he tries to comfort her. Oh, and while she's drunk at the moment, she ends up confessing that she likes Sal.

Help || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - The gang is worried about you after the death of your brother Larry. Your best friend Ash asks Sal to go to your apartment and help you. When he arrives, he finds you drunk and a confession ensues.

Warnings - SFW. Swearing. Alcohol Consumption. Smoking (Cigarettes). Mentions Of Drug Use. Depression. Mentions Of Suicide. Slight Angst. Low Self-Esteem.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

The call came that night from Sal. You answered, already panicked since your brother didn't show up for dinner with Henry and your mother. "Hello?" You asked as soon as you picked up your phone.

"Y/N," came Sal's voice from the other end. He sounded like he'd been crying.

"Sal? Is everything okay?" You asked, heart dropping into your stomach at the sounds of sniffling coming from the other line.

"Larry's dead," was all he said. You were silent for a minute as you tried to compute what he had just blurted out. "Y/N?"

"What do you mean 'Larry's dead'?" You asked, panic evident in your voice.

"Come to the basement," Sal said before putting the phone down.

You rushed as fast as you could, bidding Henry and Lisa a quick goodbye before making your way down to the basement to meet Sal. When you arrived at the basement, Sal was nowhere to be found. So, you made your way outside to the treehouse you all frequently visited only to see him pacing up and down outside below the ladders. "Sal!" You called out, running over to him.

"Y/N," his voice came from behind his prosthetic. It broke as he said your name indicating that he had been, and still was, crying.

"Sal," you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Larry's dead," he sniffled, pointing to the treehouse. "He's dead Y/N! He killed himself!"

You didn't want to believe Sal. You wanted to believe that this was all just a sick, cruel joke that your brother had thought of but deep down in your heart you knew it wasn't. Sal continued pacing up and down outside the treehouse, your arm slipping off his shoulder as you stood staring up at the entrance in shock. Tears formed in your eyes, your brother couldn't be dead. You were on the phone to him not even an hour ago saying you were excited to spend some quality family time together. "Is he... Up there?" You asked, voice shaky.

Sal shook his head. "No, but look at these texts I got. I rushed over as soon as he sent them," Sal passed his phone to you and you scrolled through the texts Larry had sent to him. The tears fell from your eyes and your stomach turned.

Your brother really was dead.

After that day, your life had become more than miserable. You found solace in the bottom of bottles of alcohol and smoked in futile attempts to forget the pain you were feeling. You had isolated yourself from all of your friends, keeping yourself locked in your small apartment hardly ever seeing the light of day. Your best friend, Ash, had become really worried for you. After Larry's death, you had stopped taking care of yourself only brushing your teeth once every other day and showering when you needed to leave the apartment to get groceries once a month. "This is getting out of hand Y/N," Ash had said to you upon one of her daily check-ins with you.

"Did you even care about my brother?" You snapped, taking a swig from an almost empty bottle of whisky situated on your bedside table.

"Of course I did," Ash said sadly. "I loved your brother like he was my own brother but, he wouldn't want us to mourn like this."

"It doesn't matter what he would want, does it? He's dead."

Ash had left your apartment feeling so defeated. She knew you cared for Sal, loved him even, and would value his opinion more than anything she could ever say. So in an attempt to help you, Ash shot Sal a text asking him to go over to your apartment to speak to you. If anybody could help you, it would be him. As soon as Sal received the text from Ash he was quick to put on his prosthetic and his shoes and leave his home to head to yours. Sal had been worried sick about you over the last few months after all he cared for you more than he had ever cared for anybody. To see you hurting, to see you drinking and smoking, killed him inside.

When Sal reached your apartment, he knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. He stood patiently waiting and heard a few bumps followed by an "ow" before the door flung open, revealing you with a fresh bottle of whisky in your hands. "Sal," you slurred, opening your arms and throwing them around him, enveloping the man into a bone shattering hug.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, pulling away from the hug and staring down at you from his prosthetic.

"It depends," you giggled. "Are you drunk?"

"No. You know I don't drink Y/N," Sal said. He motioned his head to your apartment and sighed. "May I come in."

"Of course," you giggled again, stepping aside clumsily and allowing Sal to walk into your apartment.

You plopped down onto the sofa and took another drink of whisky before lighting up a cigarette. "You really shouldn't be smoking that in here," Sal said sternly as he watched you.

"Whyyyy?" You asked.

"Because this is an apartment complex," Sal explained. "You can't go lighting up cigarettes and blunts whenever you feel like it."

"You're boring," you said sillily, a pout on your lips. You looked at Sal as you took a drag from your cigarette. Despite his prosthetic you could feel the disappointment on his face. It shook you to your core. "Ash asked you to come didn't she?" You said after a few moments of silence. Sal nodded. "You wouldn't be here if she didn't. You don't care about me."

Sal's mouth hung open, his chin poking out the bottom of his prosthetic. He was shocked by what you had said. Sure, he wasn't the best at showing people but that didn't mean he didn't care. "I care about you Y/N," was all he could say in retaliation.

"No you don't," you sighed. "The only person who truly cared about me is dead."

"That's not true Y/N and you know it," Sal said. "This is just the alcohol talking."

"No it's not. This is how I really feel Sal," your eyes began to well up as you spoke and Sal felt his own eyes tear up. "Now that my brother's dead, why would you want to hang around with me? I'm useless!"

Sal placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed lightly. "You're not useless Y/N. You might be two years younger than me, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be around you."

"Then why haven't you been here?" You sniffled, wiping the tears away from your cheeks.

"You've been pushing everybody away Y/N. It's not healthy. We want to be there for you."

You stubbed your cigarette out in the ashtray that resided on your coffee table and took another sip of alcohol. The liquid burned your throat as it sipped down but, the burn felt good when you were feeling numb inside. You looked at Sal who sat on the sofa next to you and due to the drunken haziness of your vision, there were two of him. If it wasn't for his hand on your thigh, you wouldn't have known which one to look at as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry Sally," you hiccuped. "I never meant to push you away. Let alone you of all people." Sal tilted his head to the side and listened as you spoke to him. "I'm struggling. So much. Ever since Larry died, my life has felt empty. He was one of my best friends. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would have to live my life without him by my side."

"I know," Sal muttered. He moved his hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears that were now flooding down your face with his thumb. "I know what you're going through right now. After my mum passed away, I felt exactly the same."

You heart clenched. Sal had been through so much in his short time on earth and it pained you. You looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you confidence, or maybe you were just crazy, but you never meant to blurt it out. "I love you Sally." Sal's eyes widened at your confession, but was quick to regain his composure. You loved him? As a friend or as something more? Thoughts were swirling around his mind but you continued to talk. "As soon as I laid eyes on you, I fell for you. And hard too. Larry used to tease me about it all the time," you let out a soft chuckle as you remembered fondly the time Larry had found out you had feelings for Sal. He had teased you so hard that your face went bright red and you locked yourself in your room for hours out of embarrassment.

"You do?" Sal asked, still in shock.

"Obviously," you slurred, taking another sip of whisky. Your face had heated up when you had realised you had just poured out your heart to someone you considered to be one of your best friends.

Sal placed his other hand on your other cheek so he was now cupping them both in either hand. He looked deep into your eyes and spoke slowly, "I love you too."

"You do?" You asked. Your heart was racing, beating so hard in your chest you swore Sal could hear the thumping of it against your ribcage through the silence.

"I always have," Sal admitted. "I never in a million years would have thought you'd look at me in the same way I look at you Y/N."

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked.

You were swaying from side-to-side, completely off your face drunk at this point. Sal wondered if you were telling the truth, and most importantly, if you'd remember any of this tomorrow when you woke up. Sal took a shaky breath. "Look at me. I wear a prosthetic. You haven't even seen my face, how could you love a monster like me?"

"You're not a monster Sal," you whispered. "You're the most kindest, most caring, most loving person I have ever met in my entire life."

"That means a lot coming from you," Sal smiled softly. "Now what do you say to going to sleep?"

"I don't know," you said. "I want to continue drinking."

"Please Y/N, please stop," Sal begged. "It's no good for you."

You thought for a moment before finally speaking. "I'll stop drinking if you promise me something?"

"Anything," Sal said breathlessly.

"Stay with me tonight?" You suggested, tearing up once more. "I don't want to be alone."

"I'll stay with you for as long as you need me," Sal smiled at you. You nodded and stood up, grabbing Sal's hand and leading him to your bedroom. You lay down over the sheets and within seconds you were snoring. Sal smiled to himself, watching as you slept peacefully. He really did love you and care for you more than anybody else on earth. He just hoped you remembered what you said in the morning, and that you could take things to the next level with your newfound relationship.

Requested by @httpjiikook <3 Sorry for making you wait so long, I hope that you like it and it was worth the wait.

Requests are OPEN but please specify if you'd like SFW or NSFW when requesting. I am currently struggling with my mental health and as a result have low motivation to write so please be patient if you do request anything!

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[larrysanasshole]

Something silly about larry who comforts reader because I had a breakdown about my relationships lol

Also inspired by the song moves from Suki Waterhouse and he may be a little high idk

The school's parties have always been strangely uncomfortable events that most people attend simply because there weren't more interesting things to do in Nockfell or.... No, those were actually all the reasons why the school gymnasium was more crowded than usual. The cheapest gaudy colorful decorations hung on the walls and ceiling imitating streamers, and the tables were decorated with tablecloths in strange patterns. Not to mention the food which was the most ordinary snacks. For the most part, it resembled a normal school day, but more elegant.That's why you didn't want to come. There was no point in wasting time getting ready just because someone on the school staff wanted to throw a party to welcome spring. What was it, kindergarten?

Unfortunately, however, you ended up at this unfortunate party, or more precisely, due to your partner. Things had been getting worse between you lately, you were constantly arguing, even about silly things. Going out and having fun together was supposed to at least get your relationship back on track, but it ended just as you might have expected. - Would you please stop reproaching me! We came here to have fun!- your partner said through clenched teeth so that the others would not draw their attention to you, although the tension between you was palpable to the point of being over the top. - According to you, flirting with other girls is fun?- you asked in response equally annoyed and your voice faltered. He did it all the time, acted as if he wasn't in a relationship at all, and when you paid attention to him, the argument started. - I was just talking to them! Do you have to make it so difficult to be with you? You know what, I do not want to hear your answer. If I'm bothering you so much then enjoy yourself.- He announced in a harsh tone without even allowing you to respond only turned away the tension and went to his friends thus leaving you alone. For a moment you still stood still staring ahead before you felt a tightness in your chest.

Crying itself wouldn't have been such a terrible thing yet, if it weren't for the fact that there were people around you who knew you and who might be too pinched the next day at school. - fuck it all- you said to yourself in your mind while taking your purse from one of the tables and quickly headed towards the exit. Your heart was beating uncomfortably fast and your vision was blurred by tears wanting to run down your cheeks. You only allowed it when the still gently cool air hit your face. You sat on the stairs throwing your purse somewhere off to the side, not even anything of value was there. You don't even know what or who exactly you were angry at, that stupid party? Those girls there, that asshole or at yourself for letting yourself be treated that way. A shudder went through your body through your sobs. It was so overwhelming, believing that anything would change. Maybe you really were to blame yourself?

- Not that I'm judging, but I don't think this is where the party is- a playful boy's voice next to you spoke up, making you feel even worse. Lifting your gaze your eyes appeared none other than Larry Johnson. You were familiar with him from art class, but you never had any major interaction, occasionally he threw in some joke during class or something, but mostly you were strangers to each other. Shame mixed with despair for you. However, it did not escape your attention that his expression changed seeing your red eyes and tears still running down your skin. Surely he looked confused, but also slightly panicked? Most likely because of his misplaced joke.

- sorry, this is probably not the right moment- he added immediately with a nervous smile, and his hands began to correct the sleeves of his dark shirt.

- nothing happened, it won't get any worse-you replied without anger or irritation, and this curious thing worried him even more. He moved uncomfortably not knowing what he should do, he wasn't very good at comforting people, but he also didn't want to just leave you, it seemed just as awful. Willing or not, he also took a seat on the stairs, farther away from you to keep a proper distance, but he was there.

- You'd better not say that, or something worse will really happen.- He said wanting to lighten the atmosphere and reached into the pocket of his pants to pull out crumpled cigarettes and a lighter. You felt like crying even more. You silently wiped your tears while looking at your shoes. You heard him use the lighter, and immediately took a drag. You wondered if he was sitting with you out of pity.

- I don't know how to comfort people, if I started talking some cheerful nonsense it would hardly even help- He started to speak wanting to support you in any way. You interrupted him before he could speak further.

- This is solely my fault. I brought myself to such a state- You said raising your eyes to look ahead. Your hands were resting on your knees, it's been a long time since you felt this bad.

Larry was silent for a while, and only through the still hovering cigarette smoke were you sure he was next to you.

- I do not know what exactly happened, but if it is not a meteorite falling from the sky then you can always change something. I mean, the simplest things bring results.- He shrugged his shoulders, he really did not know how to comfort. His words were so simple and yet true and made the

that the wind was not so cold.

- Unless someone hurt you, then it all doesn't matter, please tell me it's not that- he quickly added realizing that he really didn't know what had happened. You shook your head so that sometimes he wouldn't start panicking along with you too.

- Thank goodness, in that case, what else can you do but try to make a difference?- He returned to his speech, and you began to wonder if he knew it was about your partner. You had always thought that your relationship was quite private and no one but you knew about your bickering, but now you were beginning to doubt it. You had no intention of asking, for your own comfort.

- I can sit here and cry further- You suggested quietly wiping your cheeks on which there were fewer and fewer new tears. Turning your head to the side immediately your gaze met his. He was just taking a drag on his cigarette, but at your words he raised his eyebrows.

- In that outfit? On the stairs where everyone walked by wiping their shoes? Along with Travis?- he said with feigned disbelief. Your eyes continued to be red and glassy, but instead of sobbing you burst into laughter. His words were so silly as to be funny, and his facial expression only added more to the humorous flavor of it all.

- bleh, You just made me want to burn this dress now and I feel even worse- You complained while getting up from your seat which brought a smile to his face, he was in no hurry to get up from his seat.

- I'm just telling the truth- He replied finishing his smoke with that he threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his shoe. You looked at him not knowing what to feel anymore. You continued to feel awful, but it was more bearable than a moment before.

- are you going back inside, or are you going home?- he asked, casting his gaze to the front door from behind which the music was still coming.

- I will go home. I'm sorry that you had to witness my breakdown- You muttered, not really wanting to deal with shame yet now, there will be a good time for that, for example, the next day.

- me? I had a nice time at the party, my couple was a little emotionally unstable, but otherwise it's pretty good.- He said once again making something other than sadness appear on your face.

- just don't tell anyone about it- You said going down the rest of the stairs. You didn't hear if he answered you and so it didn't matter now, the confusion in your head was drowning out everything anyway.

Maybe you really could have changed everything? Start all over again?

He made it sound so easy, and even if he was joking, maybe that was the truth? You wondered about this all the way back to your house.

Getting everything in order took a little longer than you would have liked and definitely longer than just crying in your room, but the final decision has already made some changes.

Being single and taking extra art classes really served you!

[boybandposter]

[One Shot: “Paint me the Moon“]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Larry Johnson 🤍

⤷𐙚 It’s your seventeenth birthday, and Larry wants to give you a gift ♡︎

⤷𐙚 word count: 1.6K

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A gentle plume of smoke spilled from your lips as you leaned further back into the couch. After a full day of partying with Ashley, Sal, and Larry, you four finally got to unwind at your apartment. Sadly, your parents were still gone due to business— promising to make up for it once they returned. Just another common occurrence, but you didn’t mind. It made it easier to have everyone over to just hang out anyways.

You took another drag of your blunt before speaking, “Being seventeen is great and all, but it’s just another year of high school.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a lax smile. You heard Ash and Larry chuckle, and Larry crossed his legs over your lap.

“Just drop out, dumbass. You could always do pole dancing like you joke around abo—“ Larry couldn’t even finish his sentence before you threw a decorative pillow at his face.

“Come on, you know those are jokes. Kinda. Maybe.” You kept changing your words and passed the rest of your joint to Sal, who sat quietly on the ottoman. He was more talkative earlier, but it was getting late and it had been a long day.

As if on queue, Ashley stood from the floor and stretched, a small crack coming from her back. You hadn’t noticed, but she shot Sally a look as if indicating some secret message. “Well, I dunno about you guys, but I’m beat.” She talked as she picked up a bit of the mess, which wasn’t too much of a hassle. Sal stood up as well and ran his hair through his blue locks.

“Same, and I gotta feed Gizmo. When we stopped at my apartment my dad was out, so I can only assume he still is.” His voice was slightly muffled by his prosthetic as he spoke, and he trudged over to where you sat. Sal grabbed your hands and pulled you up into a tight hug. He wished you happy birthday for the millionth time, telling you how grateful he was for you and that he wanted you to trip and eat grass (you had shoved him earlier at the lake and he nearly did the same).

You laughed and pulled away from his arms and was quickly met by Ashley’s embrace, where she nearly squished the life from your frame, spouting quick words of ‘I love you so much’ and ‘happy birthday’. Ash planted a quick kiss on your cheek and looked at Larry, who still sat on the couch lazily. Soon after, it was just you and Larry at your apartment. It wasn’t uncommon by any means— almost every other time all four of you hung out, Larry stayed behind to keep you company. Or you two would simply hang out with each other when the other two were busy.

You nestled back to your spot on the couch and put your own legs above Larry this time, his large palm resting on top of your shin. You could’ve sworn that for a split second, Larry ran his thumb back and forth, but you had smoked a little so you ignored it. But what really threw you off was that he was just… staring. His brown eyes reached into your soul, at least that’s what it felt like. After what felt like an hour, he chuckled and leaned his head back against the headrest.

“Sorry I had spaced out, I was just thinking.”

“You? Think? I don’t think so.” Your laugh was cut short as he pinched your ankle, making you squeal and flinch. “Sorry, sorry! It was too good to pass up. And you definitely set yourself up for that one.”

Larry rolled his eyes and sighed with a soft smile on his face. He almost looked ethereal in the dimly lit room, and you had to shake yourself mentally to avoid staring… again. “I was going to give you a little something for your big day, but maybe you don’t want it after all.” He admitted with a shrug and a simple tilt of his head.

“What?! C’mon, now I’m curious! You never give gifts, so please? I’ll be super nice this time!” You pleaded with him, but the grin on your face contradicted your words. Your hands mimicked a praying motion as you sat up on the couch. your mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what he could’ve brought. Whatever it was, you were bound to cherish it forever and you knew you were going to write this moment down in your journal later.

Larry stood up from the cushions and pulled his long hair into a loose bun that hung at the nape of his neck. “You better behave then. And close your eyes, y/n. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, would we now?”

You immediately complied and placed your hands over your eyes. All you could do was listen as he shuffled around the room, but you knew it was pointless. A comfortable silence filled the room, until Larry broke it with a heavy exhale. “Alright, I guess you can take a look now.”

“You guess? What do you…” You trailed off as you removed your hands, ad you were met face-to-face with the most gorgeous portrait of yourself. Your eyes scanned and admired every minuscule detail, from the way your hair had clung to your skin to the wrinkles of your smile. Not a single word escaped your tongue.

Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks unbeknownst to you as you turned to Larry, who looked anxious to his core. His hands opened and closed as he waited for something, anything— He wanted you to hurry and tell him that you hated it, or that he got your face wrong. God, this was making his heart pound like crazy.

Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping upwards to meet your gaze.

“Larry… it’s beautiful. I— God, I don’t even know what to say, I…” Your eyes flickered between the painting and the man in front of you.

Larry rubbed the back of his neck and shoved his other hand in his pocket. “Maybe a thank you would work for now?” He chuckled breathlessly and a weight was immediately lifted off his shoulders. But for him, he had one more thing planned out for you. A laugh escaped from your mouth as you wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, shaking your head to try and collect yourself.

Before Larry could even make up a shitty excuse, you were wrapping your arms around his neck in a warm embrace. His brain stopped for a moment, any witty comments flying from his thoughts. Without too much waiting, you felt his arms slide around your waist. “I’m glad you like it y/n. I was actually pretty fucking nervous to give it to you.” Larry chuckled in your ear and pulled away just enough to see your face.

You quirked your eyebrow and cocked your head to the side in confusion. Normally Larry wouldn’t have any problem showing you his work. Every time he finished a piece he would invite you over to see it. “Why would you be nervous about it? It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I’ve ever seen from you.” You questioned him innocently, the evident curious tone taking place in your voice.

Larry’s gaze flickered away from yours for a brief moment, “That’s where the second part of my ‘gift’ comes in. That’s really the reason I’m nervous.” He explained with a deep exhale. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he suddenly felt.

“Y/n…. I know I’m not the best person around, that much is obvious. But… can I be your boyfriend?” His cheeks flared pink at his quickly spoken question. Both of you sat in a shocked silence but what else were you supposed to do?

Larry couldn’t believe he had actually worked up the guts to ask, and you? You yet again found yourself staring at him with a slacked jaw. Your own cheeks burnt, but you couldn’t focus on anything except the fact that he asked to be your boyfriend. Emotions ran through your body, but the most prominent of them was the sheer and utter joy of it all. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have a crush on Larry, but you always thought it was a hopeless case. But everything is different now. “Are you being serious? Like, this isn’t a joke?”

Larry simply shook his head with a sheepish look plastered on his slender face. Were you that repulsed by the idea of dating him?

You shrieked and found yourself hugging him so hard that he nearly stumbled backward onto the couch. Larry was too shocked to even say anything but managed to hold your waist as his mind short-circuited. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening right now!” You giggled and bounced on your toes, your hold on his body never once loosening. Every other gift paled in comparison (except for the painting, which was the second favorite) to his words. “Fuck, I could kiss you right now!” Your eyes widened at your own words and you blankly gazed at him to await his reaction.

Larry’s hands ghosted over your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. They stopped to cup your face, his own crooked-tooth smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach. “Well, I am your boyfriend now. Go crazy. Please.” Larry whispered the last word and you couldn’t even stop yourself from kissing him senseless.

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⤷𐙚 author’s note: PLEASE I actually love Larry so much it makes my head hurt. I was going to make it a little longer but it didn’t happen🗿

[dreamsnails]

begging and pleading and smashing my fists on the table for sal x f!reader x larry where’s its just Buds Hanging Out but there’s definitely sexual tension and oh wow suddenly we r kissing and larry johnson and his tongue piercing r eating pussy and sal is figuring out how to touch boobs

I am very well aware that it has been almost a year since I received this ask and I am so so sorry. However, here is the content I hope you've been looking for <3

[bluephoric]

ridiculously long list of larry johnson hcs because fuck you he doesnt get enough love

Tw for depressing ass shit

- larry is a tired clumsy airhead, and as a result he always has SOMETHING spilled, wiped, or drawn on his clothes.

- undiagnosed adhd, and probably a few other things

- both him and sal collect bottlecaps, they like to make pins out of cool ones they find, often trading them like pokemon cards. they have multiple matching friendship ones. on common ones though, he likes to flatten and paint.

- larry's mental health generally sucks, but when things get really bad he stops caring about his physical safety, often pulling some reckless shit. even when he gets hurt from it, he doesnt seem to mind. Times like these kinda scare him, and he tries to avoid falling into them.

- despite seemingly "not caring about anything" (as he puts it) during these episodes, he's still fiercely protective of his friends and tries to be gentle with them, both physically and emotionally.

- callused hands, fingers yellowed from smoking.

- big fan of gas stations when he's high, practically raids that shit. one of his nicknames is "stoner jesus"

- he's openly bisexual and flirts with random people for fun. its usually something light. dorky pickup lines, stupid puns.. he Never expects it to be shot back at him but on the rare occasion it happens, he turns into a giggling mess.

- he actually pissed off travis even worse a few times with it, I could go into it further but this isnt a larvis post so i'll spare you all. For now.

- his favorite horror movies are the funny ones

- he isnt much of a drinker, mostly around holidays and just to get a little buzzed. spiked eggnog and fireball are his go-to's. Drunk christmas karaoke is one of his favorite things (he's constantly giving sal secondhand embarrassment). 2 words, mariah carrey.

- For awhile he genuinely tried to be a good student but because he was so far behind and his undiagnosed adhd, the teachers started to demonize him. Eventually he realized it didnt matter how hard he tried, so he just gave up. The only subject he likes is art, so that's where he focuses all his energy and actually tries.

- skips school sometimes but lisa tends to give him hell for it so he tries not to do it too often, mostly just skips certain classes if hes really not feeling it.

- almost always comes to school high

- his room is such a mess. sal tries to help him with it but he has similar struggles. whenever ash or todd come over, it becomes a group effort and shit gets done rather quickly. luckily no biohazards, so its not like his room really needs a DEEP clean but still. its nice.

- larry fucking LOVES jack black movies, also stupid stoner movies.

- Loves the arcade too, You'd think his favorite would be guitar hero, but that's more for sal. his favorite is mortal combat or those car racing games that you sit in with the steering wheel.

- larry cant cook for shit, hes always burning something, it always turns out gross and inedible. unless he's stoned, in which case he magically turns into a michelin star chef. weird ass combinations, but it always turns out really good.

- despite being shit at cooking, he still tries to help his mom with it, even though he mostly ends up just being in the way and she eventually shoos him out of the kitchen

- he smells super musky, with cheap cologne and the faint scent of weed

- when he was really little, he had a dinosaur onsie that he would wear everywhere, very rarely taking it off until it started to get too tight. he was beyond devastated when he realized he grew out of it, lisa had to pry it away from him in fear that he would accidentally destroy it. She keeps it in her closet collecting dust. Its one of the few things she kept from before jim disappeared. despite it bringing up memories of what things used to be like before he "left", she couldnt bear to throw it out.

- sometimes when larry needs comfort, he sneaks into her room and steals it temporarily. on sleepless nights, he zips it over his pillows as a makeshift pillowcase, its one of the few things that help him relax. It's always put back in place by the next morning. Lisa has no idea, and he's far too embarrassed about it to say anything to her.

- the only person who knows about this is sal because of their sleepovers. One night He was high as balls and got paranoid, when he tried to sleep it off the fear was just too much so away he crept, into lisa's room. Of course he made sal come with him, he sure as shit wasnt going alone.

- when questioned about it, larry refused to answer and so sal let it go figuring he would tell him when he was ready.

- Larry Harbors an obscene amount of guilt. struggles with sh off and on, tries not to relapse unless things get really unbearable. to prevent this, him and the SF gang (primarily ash) regularly doodle and sometimes paint on the places he's prone to harm.

- when he can feel himself slipping into an episode, larry makes it a point to braid his hair so it won't get matted. tries to brush it and rebraid it at least once a week, but often struggles to find the energy and lets it sit in for longer. Not to mention, a lot of the times he stops showering which makes it even harder to braid because of the greasiness.

- has given himself a few amateur stick and pokes. They look like shit, and he knows it but he's still very proud of them.

- the ink he uses for it fades pretty fast

- he's also tried to give himself piercings, but always fucks it up so he takes them out and slaps a bandaid over it

- collects different kinds of flavored chapstick, takes a bite out of them sometimes when he thinks no one is looking (ofc sal has caught him a few times but has never said anything)

- after he first met megan, he was scared shitless. slept with the lights on for the next few weeks and refused to shut the door when going to the bathroom, insisting to his mom on keeping the shower curtain open at all times (he tried to act chill about it around sal and it kinda worked. kinda.) after awhile he eventually calmed down but still finds himself getting really nervous whenever him and sal talk to a ghost, though he would never admit it.

- has a picture of his dad in a locket but rarely wears it because he's afraid he'll accidentally break it. always keeps it with him though, usually in his pocket, holding it as he walks.

- Despite his general demeanor he's quite the gentleman, always holding doors open and really courteous towards women. Most people don't expect it just based on his appearance, but Lisa raised him right.

- also he's hot as fuck.

- we all know larry is a metalhead, but what kind of metal is his favorite? It generally depends on his mood but id say sludge, thrash, and doom.

- You're telling me this man, who is depressed as fuck and also a stoner wouldnt eat up some electric wizard? saint vitus? bitch, please. I know quite a few albums that would bring him to his knees.

- And I know I'm prolly gonna get hate for this but I notice when a lot of other people write about larry (AND sal), they tend to lean towards nu metal or just plain emo. And while I don't think either of them would mind it, The lyrics and vocals of Sanity's fall feels more reminiscent of death or black metal and given the fact that SF is his favorite band, I don't think he would listen to that kind of stuff, at least not on a regular basis. Ash on the other hand definitely would.

[yourbestprincess]

Hi guys!! :DD

I have a lot coming up for you guys! Here’s a list of everything that I will be doing soon! :D

-Dom!Leon Kennedy X sub!fem reader smut

(They’re neighbors, reader goes to comfort him after a mission and they end up fucking. Also not a one-shot!)

-REBOOT Jason voorhees x gn!reader fluff!

(He has an S/O that listens to true crime podcasts and some of them are about the people he’s killed :3)

-Michael Afton x Fem!reader fluff :3

(You were the security guard before him and one of the animatronics hurt you and he fixes you up and takes them home!)

-Larry Johnson x Fem!reader fluff kinda lmao

(They skip school, steal some vodka from the liquor store, go smoke and drink behind the school and then Larry confesses his feelings to you XD)

-Switch!Brahms Heelshire X Switch!Fem reader smut and fluff!

(Brahms is being young and stuff then you get hurt and he goes adult mode, doming you)

Pretty please keep requesting, it makes me so so so happy 😭❤️

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Sal Fisher (Sally Face) x GN!Reader fic with fluff + angst (+ maybe a little yandere?) where Reader is Sal’s cellmate after he gets arrested?

Maybe with Reader trying to get him to open up + talk about why he’s here, what his life was like before, why he wears the mask, etc.

Feel free to do whatever you like with this request and have a nice day :)

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×A/N×

Hi! Thank you for the request (I actually really appreciate it bc you guys the only reason why I go up and writing on tumblr! Lol Y'know, I can be a very lazy person...)!

I wrote this one-shot a little bit different than your request. Like he's not a yandere (or at least he doesn't show anything of the signs, but it has fluff, angst and other things. If you want, I can write you just for some Yandere! Sal Fisher :D

But only if you want it-)

I had fun with it while I wrote it, I hope you will enjoy too! ^^

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, angst, mention of Larry's death, mention of suicide, cursing, the reader is gender neutral, no proofread •-•, and I think that's all-

Fandom: Sally Face

Character(s): Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson (mentioned), Todd Morrison (mentioned), The Reader|You|(Y/N)

Ship(s): Sal Fisher x Reader

Type: One-shot

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭

(Sal Fisher x reader)

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: Bound 2 by Kanye West

“Bond to fall in love... ♡”

[Credit to the original artist!]

You almost fell as a strong guard firmly throwed you into the cell. They treated you like you were a wild animal.

" Asshole " you thought with an angry look on your face. You didn't want to say out loud, instead you gave to the guard a murderous look. But it seemed like he didn't care about it. He just walked away, letting you alone with your celmate. You looked at the stranger. He looked back at you.

"Hi!" you said with a friendly smile on your face. He reacted nothing. After that he continued what he was doing before: Sitting all alone on the bed and quietly looking down.

You felt awkard and maybe a little nervous. You weren't scared, you were far from that, he just had this feeling around himself what is made you feel weirdly comfortable. You stepped closer cautiously.

"I like your prosthetic!" He looked up at you, but still, he didn't show any reactions. But actually, he was really surprised that you knew this, and he didn't have to explain that it's not a mask. The prosthetic didn't show it, but his lips were apart from each other just a little, because of the surprise. He was still staring you, but no words left his mouth. It looked like he isn't a chatty person. Well, that's fine to you, if he doesn't want to talk, then you won't make him uncomfortable with it.

You walked to the other bed and sit down on it. It was awkardly silent in the cell. "Thanks." the stranger said it quietly. Deeply, you were surprised about he can talk, but you didn't show any of this. "Why are you locked in?" You invisibly facepalmed yourself. You just met a person in prison around 5 minutes ago, why are you asking personal questions already?

The prosthetic hid his voice very well, but you could still heard as he let out a sigh. "Because I saved people." he said without looking at you. You curiously, but still slowly sat down next to him.

"What from did you save them?" you tried to figure out his expressions, but you couldn't see anything.

"From the infestation of Red-Eyes." You looked at him with a confused look, but you didn't ask. "I couldn't save everyone, unfortunately. My best friend, Larry was one of the victims. After he didn't answer the phone, I started panicking and when I found him... All I could see that his body is hung down on a rope. I still remember how his lifeless eyes looking into mines. He was like a brother to me."

You could figure out of his tone that he really missed his friend. You put your hands on your mouth. He must feel terrible. He lost everything.

"I'm sorry" You spoke softly, not to scare him away. "I didn't know that you suffered this much." you said quietly with a sympathetic and understanding tone.

"I think Todd is suffering more, than me." he answered. He looked up at you and took some time with analyzing your face. You smiled back at him softly. You gently placed on his cold hand yours. He looked down at your hands and up at your face again. He squeezed your hands a bit.

He looked into your eyes. You didn't speak, but somehow you told him that it's okay and he can trust in you.

"You know (Y/N), I don't know how or why, but I feel like I can trust you." You gave him a kind smile, not thinking about how or from where he knows your name.

[salfishersface]

Fun With Friends || Larry Johnson || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - A game of truth or dare turns into something more with your best friends Sal Fisher and Larry Johnson. {NOT a Sal x Larry fic!}

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You were sitting in Larry’s bedroom in the basement flat of Addison Apartments with both Larry and Sal. The three of you were smoking, drinking and generally just having a good time. It was four in the morning and there was no sign of anybody going to sleep when Larry piped up, “let’s play truth or dare.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. It was such a childish game and yet, you couldn’t help but say yes to him. Sal looked to Larry in confusion and asked, “how do you play?” 

“You’ve never played truth or dare?” Larry asked, watching as Sal shook his head while he tightened the loosening prosthetic to his face. You sighed to yourself at this movement. You wish Sal felt more comfortable around you to remove his prosthetic after all, you’d been friends for years. However you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by bringing up the subject. Larry went on to explain the game to Sal, “it’s simple, really. We each ask each other, ‘truth or dare’ and whichever one they pick, we give them! Y/N, let’s go first, show him how it’s done.” 

“Alright,” you shrugged. “Larry, truth or dare.”

Larry thought for a moment, stroking the small hairs on his chin. “Erm, go on then. Give me a dare.” 

Now it was your turn to think. You thought hard, looking around the room for potential dares when your eyes settled on the whisky bottle in front of you. You leaned over to Sal and whispered in his ear so Larry couldn’t hear. When Sal nodded, you pulled away and looked at Larry with a grin. “We dare you to drink that whisky, without stopping, for ten seconds.” 

“That’s it?” Larry chuckled, grabbing the half-empty bottle of whisky from the floor. 

“I don’t think you can do it,” you said playfully, folding your arms. 

Larry opened the bottle of whisky and gave it a sniff before responding. “Well prepare to eat your words.” Larry smiled before he began to chug the bottle of whisky and you and Sal counted down from ten. This was more so to try and put Larry off, but that man was determined to never break a dare. And just like that, his ten seconds were up. When he pulled away from the whisky bottle, Larry made a face of utter disgust but with equal amounts of playfulness. “Tastes better with lemonade that’s for sure,” he chuckled as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. 

You were half impressed with your friend and nodded slowly. “Well, I didn’t think you’d be able to do it.” 

“So… What happens if you fail a dare?” Sal asks, cocking his head to the side. 

“You shook your head and laughed. “Nothing Sal-”

“You’ll just be known as a chicken forever and we’ll lose all respect for you,” Larry interrupted jokingly. You pushed Larry in the side, causing him to fall off the bed and onto the ground with a drunken giggle. 

“I think I’ll take a truth then,” Sal said, smiling underneath his prosthetic. 

Larry stood up and sat back onto the bed next to you while flashing his friend a toothy grin. “Alright Mr Straight A’s. Did you ever cheat on a test when we were at school?”

You could see Sal’s eyes widen through the holes of his prosthetic. He wanted to lie and say no, but what fun would the game be if he lied when he was supposed to tell the truth. So, he nodded. “Once, yeah. It was on a physics test.”

“Why did you do that? You were great at school!” Larry laughed, pouring himself another glass of whisky and lemonade for the three of you. 

“That can be another truth for you and I’ll tell you,” Sal smirked, winking at his best friend before turning to you. “Okay, Y/N. Truth or dare?” 

“Truth,” you said, not even hesitating. 

The two men looked at each other and Larry nodded, signalling that he had a truth for you. “Do you have a favourite best friend?” He asked, pointing between himself and Sal. 

You chuckled and shook your head. “No. I love you both equally.” 

“Come on Y/N, that’s no fun!” Larry pouted, watching as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Next time, ask me a better question then,” you remarked. “Okay Larry, it’s you again. Truth or dare?”

“I pick dare,” Larry said immediately. 

“Erm,” Sal thought before raising up a finger, signalling he had a dare for Larry. “Try to lick your elbow!” 

“Sally, that’s a shit dare,” you said, smiling widely at him. 

“It’s all I could think of,” Sal said with a shrug, smiling back at you awkwardly. 

But once again, Larry wasn’t one to break a dare and so, he attempted to lick his elbow. He failed miserably. You and Sal burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha, so funny. Larry can’t lick his elbow!” Larry said sarcastically, returning his arm to his side. 

“No, no, it’s not that. It was just the look of pure determination on your face!” You squealed, leaning towards Sal and pulling the same facial expression that Larry had pulled. Sal’s laughter echoed through the room whilst Larry pouted at the pair of you. 

“Alright alright,” Larry said in an attempt to get you to stop mocking him. “Sal it’s your turn, truth or dare?”

“Truth, again.”

“Are you crushing on anyone right now?” Larry asked, watching as Sal lifted up his prosthetic slightly so he could take a large gulp of his drink. 

When he had finished drinking, he placed the glass on the bedside table and nodded shyly. “Big time.” 

“Oh my God!” Larry exclaimed. “Who is it? Why haven’t you told me?!” 

Sal found himself shrugging, “I didn’t think it was important to be honest with you.”

Larry looked confused. This was major news and he wanted to hear more about it but you interrupted, a frown on your face. “If Sal doesn’t want to tell you who his crush is, then leave him alone.”

Larry stuck his tongue out at you before asking, “do you know?” 

“Not a clue,” you said truthfully, shaking your head. 

“Hmm, fine. But one day Sally Face, your secret will become common knowledge to me,” Larry said, his voice joking threat. “Your turn Y/N.” 

“I think I’ll go for dare this time,” you grinned, nodding your head feeling confident. The last two dares had been easy ones, ones you would kill for, so you thought your two best friends would go easy on you. But no, Larry had to be Larry. 

“I dare you to take off your shirt,” Larry said with a sly grin. 

You looked between your friends, shock laced your face. “My shirt?” You asked, tugging at the bottom of your shirt anxiously. Larry nodded, a mischievous grin on his face while Sal gulped down a lump in his throat. There was no way you were actually going to do the dare, right? You sighed and began to slowly remove your shirt, exposing your bra to your two male friends. Both of their eyes widened and Sal was thankful for the prosthetic covering his face because he was undoubtedly bright red. 

“Huh, I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Larry said, biting his lip as his eyes raked across your chest. 

“Didn’t want to be known as a chicken,” you replied, trying to act calmly as you took a sip of your drink. You sat awkwardly looking down at your chest before glancing at your friends. “What? Neither of you have seen a bra before?” You joked, but they both shook their heads. You were slightly taken back by your friends answers, but just nodded your head and covered your chest with your arms before returning to the game. “Alright Larry, truth or dare?” 

“Truth.”

You didn’t confer with Sal this time. After his little confession of never seeing a bra before, you had the perfect question. “Have you ever had sex with somebody?” 

That wasn’t the sort of truth question Larry was expecting you to ask and he was slightly taken back by it that he ended up choking on his drink. “W-What?” He stuttered, wanting to make sure he had heard you right before confessing that he had indeed, never had sex before. 

“You heard me, have you ever had sex?” You repeated your question again, this time more slowly. 

Sal looked down at his feet awkwardly, tearing his eyes away from your half-exposed body as Larry shook his head and answered. “No. I’ve not. I mean, I’ve kissed girls but never actually had, you know, sex.” You smirked somewhat triumphantly. It felt as if you had gotten revenge for your dare, but little did you know this just meant Larry was about to ramp up the game. 

“Alright Sally Face,” Larry slurred, the alcohol getting to him now. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” he said stoically, although he already feared what his dare was going to be. 

“I dare you to take off your prosthetic and show our lovely Y/N here your face,” Larry said.

Your eyes widened at Larry’s dare for Sal and you shook your head. “Sal, you don’t have to do that-” you started, holding your hand out to touch his shoulder gently in a reassuring manner. But Sal was already removing the straps on the back of his head. When his prosthetic fell off onto the floor, Sal didn’t look at either you or Larry. He kept his head down and his eyes on the ground before downing the rest of his drink. That’s when he looked at you, flashing you an awkward and yet somewhat apologetic smile. You leaned in closer to your friend, pressing a soft kiss to his scarred cheek. “You’re beautiful, Sally.”

“Y-You think so?” He asked through a slurred stutter. You pushed some strands of blue hair away from his face and nodded, a soft and gentle smile gracing your lips. 

“That’s cute,” Larry snickered. “I dare you to kiss now.” 

“But I was going to pick truth-”

“I picked for you,” Larry shrugged. 

You sucked in a deep breath and looked at Sal, a silent way of asking him for permission. He nodded to you, indicating that he was okay with it although he was shaking slightly from anticipation. You were so beautiful to him, and even more so with his prosthetic off. He could see every inch of you and he was loving it, and to know that you weren’t scared or repulsed by him just made his heart sing. You shuffled closer to Sal and wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your soft, wet lips against his chapped ones. Sal didn’t know what to do with his hands, but he settled on placing them on your bare waist gripping ever-so-slightly. Meanwhile, Larry watched the two of you share a sweet, yet clumsy kiss. You stayed like that for a few moments, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours before you pulled away. As you did, Sal smiled softly at you, licking his lips. He had been rendered speechless. 

Larry spoke up once again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Now, I dare you to kiss me.”

You turned your head to look at him, eyes wide. You looked at Sal before looking at Larry once more, nodding sternly. You moved from Sal, shuffling across the bed to Larry’s position. Before you even bent down to kiss him, Larry’s hands were already on your waist pulling you down on top of his body. The kiss with Larry was more forceful than the kiss with Sal, but it was equally as clumsy. Larry became a little more suggestive as his hands moved along your hips, stroking them before sliding up your back to unhook your bra. A gasp of surprise tumbled from your lips as your bra slipped down your arms and off of your chest, leaving you completely bare to your best friends. 

“But what about the game?” You asked, pulling away from Larry’s lips to look between him and Sal. 

“Fuck the game,” came Larry’s response as he kissed you again. His tongue poked into your mouth and swirled around, savouring the taste of whisky and lemonade on your breath. Both Larry and Sal felt themselves harden at the sight of your exposed chest and Larry couldn’t hold himself back. His hands moved from the top of your back to your chest, pawing desperately at your tits. Then, his lips moved to your neck and Larry began to suck and bite at the soft flesh separating him from your jugular vein. You turned your head to the side to give Larry better access to your neck, taking the opportunity to look at Sal. A soft whimper escaped you as your eyes met Sal’s and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself making any more noise. You could feel the wetness growing between your legs at both Larry’s movements and the way Sal was watching you intensely. As Larry continued to kiss up and down your neck, you used your forefinger to beckon Sal towards you. He hesitated but slowly made his way over to your side. You turned the top half of your body to face him, still sitting on top of Larry and grabbed Sal’s shoulders, pulling him towards your lips again. This time, the kiss was much fiercer. A whimper of surprise left Sal’s lips as he welcomed the kiss, your tongue trailed his bottom lip begging for entrance. Larry looked up from your neck to see you making-out with Sal and in response, bit down hard on your neck. 

“Larry!” You shrieked softly between Sal’s lips. Sal’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, the mixture of pain and pleasure evident in your tone only seemed to turn him on even more. His cock twitched in his jeans, begging to be released. Your lips moved against Sal’s desperately wanting a reaction from your best friend. Larry continued to palm at your chest as he sucked on your neck, flicking your nipples between his fingertips. 

You pushed Larry away and quickly manoeuvred yourself off of his body and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down slowly to reveal his grey boxers. His cock strained against the tight fabric and you could see a wet patch starting to form around his tip as the result of the pre-cum. Larry’s breath was shallow as you finally took off his trousers, eyes gazing up and down your body. He felt slightly embarrassed that you were seeing him in his boxers, but he wasn’t complaining. He had thought about this moment countless times. Once Larry was completely naked and gasped at the coolness of the air against his cock, you turned to Sal and smiled sweetly at him. “Your turn.”

Sal gulped and nodded, allowing your fingertips to grace across his crotch as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans almost effortlessly.  “Please Y/N,” Sal whispered, his voice barely audible. 

As you began to slide his jeans down his muscular legs, you raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “what?”

“If we’re really doing this, I don’t want to be teased for my first time, please,” he moaned. Sal’s boxers were looser than Larry’s, but you could still see his distinctive hardened length twitching at your touch. You finally tugged off Sal’s jeans and boxers and threw them across the room to meet Larry’s sweats.

You looked between the pair of them and smiled sweetly. “Who wants my mouth first?” 

 The pair looked stunned and looked at each other, silently deciding. After a few seconds, Sal nodded and Larry spoke up. “Me.” You looked at Sal, making sure he was okay with being second, but he just shrugged. As long as he got you, he didn’t care. That was all the confirmation you needed to start moving back towards Larry. You teasingly lowered your mouth around him and looked up with your eyes to see Larry staring down at you. Once your lips touched the head of his cock, Larry couldn’t stop the moans. “Oh fuck,” he hissed, watching intensley as you lowered your head between his legs and wrapped your mouth around his length. Your mouth was so warm and wet around his hard dick that he wanted to cum immediately. Larry couldn’t help but grab your hair and keep your mouth still around him for a moment while he got used to the feeling of your mouth. Once he felt he was ready, he pushed your head further down, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but took his cock expertly. Sal was watching you the entire time, his hand hovering over his own cock desperate to relieve the itch he was feeling. Larry looked at Sal and grinned as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You closed your eyes as you began to suck, swirling your tongue around the tip and licking up the droplets of pre-cum oozing from the head. “Oh God.”

You opened your eyes and looked up to see Larry in a state of complete bliss. His eyes were now screwed shut and his mouth was hanging open for the silent moans to leave his throat. You looked at Sal, mouth still around Larry, and held out one of your hands. Sal looked confused and tilted his head to the side, but found himself moving closer to you. From what you could see, Larry and Sal were quite similar in size but Larry’s cock was much fatter whereas Sal’s was thinner. Your hand wrapped around Sal’s skinny length and you began to pump experimentally as you continued to suck on Larry as if he were nothing but a lollipop. Both of the men were moaning your name in perfect harmony, it almost made you laugh at how easily you had gotten them in this state.  

After a few more moments, Larry gasped. His eyes shot up and he jerked his cock out of your mouth. You looked at him in confusion but he quickly answered your silent question. “I was going to cum.”

“I think I’m nearly there myself,” Sal whispered, biting his lip. 

You removed your hand from Sal’s cock and looked between the pair of them, shaking your head. “Not yet. Neither of you.”

Sal couldn’t help but groan as your small hand moved away from him, a cry of desperation leaving his lips. “Why not?” Sal asked, bucking his hips up in the air. 

“Want you cum inside of me. Both of you,” you said, eyes narrowing. Both Larry and Sal widened their eyes at your words and looked at each other. 

“Y/N… Are you sure?” Larry asked, earning a nod of approval from you. Sal didn’t say anything, just watched on in surprise as you began to take off your pyjama pants and underwear. Was this really happening? This was a dream come true for both of the men in your presence that they almost had to pinch themselves to make sure they weren’t dreaming. 

Once you were completely naked, you looked between your best friends. You weren’t as nervous as you thought you would be but maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins. You couldn’t be sure though. You lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Of course it was Larry. He pressed his lips to your lower leg and trailed up your thigh, stopping right before your cunt. You were about to look down to see what he was doing, when you felt cool air against your folds. Larry had blown on you and it had sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine, causing you to open your legs further. Larry grinned devilishly at you before plunging his tongue against your folds. You gasped and cried out, grasping at the sheets below you. Larry was relentless against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a dog starved. You never would have thought that this was his first time eating pussy, but it was. Sal waited patiently, watching and licking his lips as the sight of your legs quivering over Larry’s shoulders. 

“Does that feel good?” Larry asked you as he began to nibble on your clit. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence for the life of you, so you just nodded excitedly. Your hands made their way to his long, brown hair and tugged lightly. This made Larry groan and another wave of pleasure spread through your body at the sensation. 

“I think she likes it,” Sal mused, more so to himself than to Larry, but Larry heard and nodded. His hands grasped your hips, hard enough to leave bruises but you didn’t care. You pushed Larry’s head further into your cunt and revelled in the feeling he was giving you. 

“Oh Larry!” You cried out. “I’m going to cum if you keep on going like that.”

“It’s that easy to make you cum?” Larry teased, but you didn’t hear him. Instead, you came. Harder than you ever had before. Your hands on Larry’s hair tightened and you let out a yelp as you squirted over Larry’s face, and that man didn’t waste a drop. He slurped you up like a cold drink on a summer's day. When you came down from your high, Larry was laying on top of you, staring into your eyes. “Oh you look so hot when you cum Y/N. Doesn’t she Sally Face?” 

Sal nodded and let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah she does.” Sal’s hand was now wrapped tightly around his cock as Larry slicked the tip of his head against your soaked folds, lubricating himself. 

“I already know you’re going to feel so good,” Larry mumbled to you, pressing his lips against yours as he slammed into you. You let out a choked cry and threw your head back against the mattress, eyes meeting Sal’s. 

“Larry, wait!” You whimpered, attempting to stop his hips from moving. You were being stretched and were fuller than you have ever been before that it hurt, but it hurt so good. Larry halted his movements when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asked, panic lacing his voice. 

You shook your head and smiled at him. “No I’m okay, just… Just give me a minute to adjust before you carry on.”

Larry nodded in response and Sal came over to your side to begin literally kissing your tears away. “You’re okay,” Sal cooed, his hand stroking your head gently. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t and that’s when Larry started moving again. 

Larry’s pace was brutal. Fast and snappy, just like him. He had been craving this moment since he learnt what sex was and now that it was finally happening, he was going to give it everything he had. Your hands flew up from the bedsheets to Larry’s back, scratching down his skin and definitely leaving marks. Moans tumbled past your lips as Larry continued his strokes, his eyes never leaving yours with each movement he made. It was romantic, in a weird way. Sal continued to pump at his cock as he watched Larry pound into you, eagerly awaiting his own turn. “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” Larry growled as he dipped his head against your neck and began to bite yet again. 

“Larry, oh God Larry!” You cried out, almost screaming. It was a good job that Larry lived alone and in the basement, because you definitely would have woken people up with the noises you were making. The bed began to creak and you feared for a second that it would break from the sheer intensity of Larry’s thrusts, but it held. The headboard, however, began to slam against the wall which only spurred on your arousal. Sal tilted his head to the side as he watched Larry’s cock emerge from your cunt before disappearing again, a sheer coat of wetness ringed around the base of his cock from your arousal and it was obvious that you were close to cumming again. Larry was close also, but he wanted to hold on for you. He wanted to give you one more orgasm before he finished inside of you, so he pulled his cock from your pussy and slipped two fingers inside of you with ease. He began pumping ruthlessly, your breasts bouncing from the force. 

“You’re making it so hard not to cum right here and now,” Larry grumbled. It was then that he felt you clench around his fingers and he knew that you were cumming. You tried to vocalise it, but you had definitely been fucked dumb and could only nod. “Okay. I’m going to cum now, okay?” Larry said to you in a soothing voice. You looked at him through glossy eyes and opened your mouth to beg for him but all that came out was a loud shout as Larry slammed back inside of you, continuing his ruthless pace. Your walls fluttered around Larry’s cock and within seconds he was spurting hot ropes of cum inside of you, moaning your name repeatedly as his head fell against your neck. His hips slowed down to a halt and after a few seconds, Larry pulled out of you. His hands caressed your face and hair as he pressed his lips to yours in a slow, passionate kiss. Then, he sat up and turned to Sal with a grin on his face. “Your turn.”

You lay on the bed completely breathless as Larry rolled off of you and Sal climbed on to you. “Y/N, you with me?” Sal asked. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “I’m with you. Please Sal.”

Sal smiled softly at you before slowly inserting himself inside of you, stretching you in a different way to Larry. His pace was slow and sensual, loving almost. As if pouring all of his emotion into making love to you. Sal’s lips were on yours in an instant and you immediately kissed him back. Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him as close as possible all while Larry lay on the bed next to you and poured himself another whisky and lemonade. “God I love you. I love you so much,” Sal whispered against your lips. Your eyes widened at his confession, but you couldn’t say you were totally surprised. You let out a gasp as the tip of Sal’s cock stroked your cervix and you fell apart immediately. 

“Sally,” you whimpered breathlessly, hands locking through his blue hair. Sal pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours, eyes staring into your soul as he continued to thrust his hips against you. The pleasure felt too good that tears began pouring from your lower lash line. 

“Shh you’re okay,” Sal cooed, pressing his lips against your forehead. You smiled at him in reply and pressed a hand to his scarred face. 

“You’re so beautiful Sal,” you whispered, causing him to tear up. 

“I’m glad you think so,” he let out a breathy laugh and bit his lip as he sped up his pace slightly. 

“Touch my clit,” you whispered to him. Sal trailed a hand down the front of your body and rested it between your legs, fingertips fumbling across your clit clumsily. Although he didn’t know what he was doing exactly, it felt good. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop,” Sal reassured you. “I won’t ever stop.” At those words, you felt your third orgasm approaching. You prompted Sal to move his fingers faster across your bundle of nerves and he did, finally pushing you over the edge. You cried out his name with a sob as you gushed around him, wetting the bed sheet and a bit of his torso. Sal smiled lovingly down at you as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. “Can I cum? Can I cum Y/N, please?” 

“Yes Sally, please cum,” you begged, continuously nodding your head. Sal sped up his pace again, the headboard snapping against the wall once more. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and with a loud growl, he came. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, swear you could feel his creamy load filling you up until you physically couldn’t take anymore. 

Panting, Sal kissed your cheek and your lips before whispering to you. “I love you Y/N.”

You let out a sob at his words and pulled him close to you, not allowing his cock to slide out of you just yet. You could feel him softening inside you, felt his and Larry’s mixture trickle down your thigh. It was definitely a feeling that you could get used to. Eventually, Sal moved and lay down next to you on the bed. He stared at the ceiling before he looked at you. You were already asleep, snoring ever so softly. Sal watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took, completely enamoured by you. 

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Larry asked quietly, looking at Sal over your naked body. 

“Hmm?” Sal asked, biting his bottom lip as he turned his head to face his best friend. 

“The person you’re crushing on. It’s Y/N, isn’t it,” Larry questioned, although it was more of a statement than an actual question. He already knew the answer.

“Of course,” Sal mumbled, laying down and throwing an arm over you. He was careful not to wake you with his movements. 

“I… Think I love her too,” Larry confessed, gulping the rest of his drink before laying his head down on the pillow and closing his eyes. Sal didn’t respond, just hummed in acknowledgement. There wasn’t much he could say after all. Neither of them knew where they stood and they wouldn’t until you woke up. Did this mean something? Or was it simply just fun with friends? They would ask you in the morning, but for now, they let you sleep peacefully between them.

[lawlietkitty]

MY MASTERLIST! requests open <3

I dont usually post my writing on here but I wanna do it more often, so pls request :D

Characters I'll write about:

-Michael Afton / Smidth, Sally Face, Larry Johnson, Travis Phelps, any of the Skins gen 1 and 2 cast, u could also try to request some other character and ill let u know if I can do it :3

Stuff I will write about:

-smutt, fluff, one shots, or anything really!

Things I won't write about:

-r*pe or sa, cnc, p1ss/sc@t kinks, necrophilia, and thats pretty much it

And that's it! Please request some stuff If u want :D

[faegramme]

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 <𝟛 (updated 8/10/22)

𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢:

- smut - x reader, some character x character - death/major character death - angst - fluff - specific headcanons - prompts of characters OR [reader] with specific features/personalities etc. (for example; a plus sized reader with a love interest character of your choosing, writing a main character as transgender, etc.) - SOME longer story ideas - yandere/dead dove/darker prompts - age-gaps (LEGAL ONES) - multiple love interests - gendered reader (usually i write an androgynous reader, but if you're looking for anything specific i don't mind delivering on that one ^^)

𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢:

- underage smut - incest of any kind - heavy, heavy gore - zoophilia - fetishization - physically abusive romantic relationships (meaning i won't write an entire one-shot of someone b34t1ng you to d34th)

𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤…

please specify a detailed prompt, which fandom, which character(s), details of [reader] if needed, what topics, and any other detail i might need to know for your prompt. i will always try my best to have them pumped out fast, but i both work and have school, and lack of detail may hinder the timing of your request! if i am not provided enough detail, i may abandon the request unless i ask for follow up. i also reserve the right to refuse anything i am not comfortable with. please do not spam my inbox with your request, if it isn't eventually uploaded, it's possible that i wasn't comfy with that particular request. please always feel free to revise and resend or submit a new prompt, no judgement here whatsoever.

*.~Fandoms~.*

꧁༒☬𝔧𝔬𝔧𝔬'𝔰 𝔟𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 ☬༒꧂

phantom blood: - johnathan joestar - dio brando (more upon request...)

battle tendency: - joseph joestar - caesar zeppeli - kars (more upon request...)

stardust crusaders: - jotaro kujo - oldseph joestar ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ: ~ one ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

- noriaki kakyoin - jean pierre polnareff - muhammad avdol - 3io brando (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 ☬༒꧂

vi jinx caitlyn kiramman jayce talis vikor mel medarda silco vander sevika ekko

꧁༒☬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝟚 ☬༒꧂

arthur morgan john marston charles smith javier escuella sean macguire (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔰𝓀𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔪 ☬༒꧂

!all characters requested must derive from a faction or hold significant story value! validating factions include: - companions - dark brotherhood - imperial legion - stormcloaks - thieves guild - dawnguard not a faction, but characters with defining personalities and story value in the dragonborn DLC also validate to be requested.

꧁༒☬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔤𝔢 ☬༒꧂

- ethan winters - lady dimitrescu - karl heisenberg - donna beneviento - mother miranda

꧁༒☬𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 ☬༒꧂

- sal fisher - larry johnson - todd morrison - ashley campbell - travis phelps - maple cohen - chug cohen - robert silva

꧁༒☬𝔯𝔦𝔠𝓀 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶 ☬༒꧂

- rick sanchez - bird person (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶'𝔰 ☬༒꧂

any animatronic from the previous games can be done, just outline what type of plot and/or personality you'd like me to execute, or i can write them based off of my own headcanons ^^ - glamrock freddy - glamrock chica - montgomery gator - roxanne wolf - vanny - vanessa - sun and/or moon - any variation of william afton, dave miller (pre-springlock failure, springtrap, glitchtrap, burntrap, etc.) - any variation of michael afton (OF AGE, security guard mike, post-scoop michael, scooped micahel, etc.)

꧁༒☬𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔞 ☬༒꧂

- asra alnazar - julian devorak - nadia satrinava - portia devorak - count lucio - muriel (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝟜 ☬༒꧂

!all characters requested must be a valid romanceable character, or hold significant story value! validating characters include: - nick valentine - preston garvey - john hancock - cait - piper wright - maccready - curie - paladin danse - deacon (more upon request...)

[larrysanasshole]

Tongue piercing Larry x reader!!! Short one shot

- I hate it, I feel like I can never speak normally again- you complained while sitting on a pouffe in your best friend Larry's room, and the words coming out of your lips were slightly indistinct and sounded like you were talking with candy in your mouth. - You should have thought twice before choosing a tongue piercing.- teased Larry while sitting on a small stool next to a canvas. He was putting the finishing touches on one of his older paintings, but he wasn't bothered by your presence, and this was quite unusual, since usually the last thing he does in front of someone is paint, but he was extremely comfortable in your presence. You were flattered.

Especially in such a terrible state....

- I thought about it! I just didn't think it would last so long!- you complained further, crooking your face in the process when you accidentally bit your tongue. You were alone in his room, because Ash and Sally were busy with something (and it's interesting that they happened to be together) so he was the one who had to listen to your suffering, which you couldn't get over.

- It could stay that way, I wouldn't mind listening to you try to say a word in a normal way- he muttered with a smile on his face without even looking at you, just pretending to be completely focused on his painting. Your gaze almost burned a hole in his hair which was tied in a ponytail at the back of his head. - yeah? And who's going to convince your mother that we're not going to do anything stupid?- you asked trying with all your might not to sound in that stupidly strange way, but you just couldn't. - I'm sure I can also do well with mapping out your words. "Mrs. johnson, I promise to keep an eye on larry and we won't come back with trouble"- he said pretending your voice, at which you sighed and opened your mouth slightly in shock. You had to pull out a more serious argument. - I will not insult travis with you.- you announced in a serious tone, at which until he stopped his movements and the brush he held in his hand hung centimeters from the canvas, only to turn towards you with a feigned apologetic expression. - You're right, do you want ice cubes or just a cold drink?- he asked suddenly very caring, putting down the brush and getting up from his seat so he could go get something cold. His expression and demeanor made you couldn't hold back a smile. - Ice cubes idiot.- You replied with drama on his level, and only laughed when he left the room. Maybe it's a little strange, but even the pain didn't bother you in his presence. I guess this is what friendship looks like....

Although you don't know what in particular keeps you with him, especially since he brought chips instead of ice cubes.

Something short and easy as good start!!!

Also i wrote it because i got Tongue piercing and i can't stand it</3

[readyforevolution]

“On a summer day in the early 1980s, when Brown was coaching at UCLA, Chamberlain showed up at Pauley Pavilion to take part in one of the high-octane pickup games that the arena constantly attracted. Magic Johnson used to run the games, and he called a couple of chintzy fouls and a goaltending on Wilt.”

“So Wilt said: 'There will be no more layups in this gym,' and he blocked every shot after that. That's the truth, I saw it. He didn't let one [of Johnson's] shots get to the rim. Chamberlain would have been in his mid-40s at the time, and he remained in top physical shape.” 💯

— Larry Brown

[admiralgiggles]

“Has Anyone Seen Larry” by Seward Johnson

This installation is pretty badass and arguably one my favorite pieces. I didn’t get a great shot of the whole thing but here is an idea of what it looks like all together.

This may be where Larry wound up.