As soon as I got there I remembered I forgot to make her name tag. Woops.
It was really fun!! Got quite the sticker hoard and saw some really cool cosplays. It was mostly an anime convention, so I wasn’t expecting people to recognize who I was going as, but a good few did!!!
I got some burger stickers to give to the people who recognized me, but I forgot them at home :(
Bad food sells burgers Steve! Bad food sells burgers
As soon as I finished making Bigtop Burger, I knew there was no way I'd be able to resist having a matching Zomburger as well lol
Someone on my post of Bigtop was wondering how long these took, and between weekends on evenings after work, they each took about a week to a week and a half!
Once again, mostly made out of cardstock and markers, with a couple pieces taken from a model car kit, some clear plastic from the windows, and a ridiculous amount of double sided tape and hot glue :P
God, this thing took over my entire day. It’s far from perfect, I might touch up the paint job later, but I do actually want to to other things today.
I knew the Bigtop Burger hyperfixation was going to get resurrected the moment a new episode released, but I did not anticipate that manifesting in making an entire sculpture in basically one sitting.
O read the sal x reader fic you posted where they go to the lake, I'm obsessed. Can I have the same scenario but with Larry x reader? Larry would be exactly like he is in the reffered fanfic but instead of sal, it's him who's in live with reader. Does that make sense?
Sorry for any typos, and thanks in advance :))
Larry Johnson X Reader
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masterlist
i tried to make this a little different i feel Larry would have a more sillier relationship with the reader.
[1:42 PM] punk goddess: HELL YEAH. I’m already putting together a playlist called “Drown the dogs.”
[1:43 PM] skidmark: can’t wait to be blinded by ur trash taste in music
[1:43 PM] punk goddess: Can’t wait to see you shirtless. Wait what? Who said that?
[1:43 PM] Y/n’s Wife: You did. Just now.
[1:44 PM] punk goddess: Suspicious. Anyway, we’re meeting at my place in an hour. Don’t flake or I’ll come to your houses and cry aggressively.
[1:44 PM] homophobe (liar): Noted.
[1:44 PM] Constantine: I’ll bring drinks.
[1:45 PM] skidmark: I’ll bring my devilish charm.
[1:45 PM] punk goddess: That and swim trunks Larry PLEAse.
[1:45 PM] Y/n’s Wife: you both have such a hard on for each other
[1:46 PM] punk goddess: See you soon, you filthy gremlins!
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Sprawled out sideways on Larry’s bed, you turned over, pressing your cheek against the cool blanket as you glanced at the two boys across the room. Larry was sitting cross legged on the floor, sketchbook in his lap, glancing up at you with one brow raised. Sal was lounging against the wall nearby, hands in his hoodie pockets, quiet and observant as always. The light filtering through the window hit just right, and everything felt kind of… perfect.
You grinned. “guys im shitting bricks im so excited”
Sal smiled faintly under his mask. “I cant say im not, its good to be outside”
“I regret nothing,” you replied, kicking your legs a little. “This lake thing it’s gonna be good, right? Like, really good.”
Larry looked up. “Yeah. It’ll be cool to get out of town for a bit. Been a while since we all hung out like that.”
You sat up, tugging your patched up jacket around your shoulders. “It’s been forever since I went out into the water. Not like, feet dangling off a dock. I mean swimming. ”
Sal gave a small laugh. “You guys definitely have fun with that I still might sit on the side.”
You turned to face them both fully now, eyes bright. “One day ill have you in the water, count your days, l’m seriously so excited. Like absurdly. I didn’t even realize how much I missed this kind of stuff.” Then suddenly, your eyes widened. “Wait.”
Larry blinked. “Uh oh.”
“WAIT,” you repeated, bolting upright like you’d been struck by lightning. “I have to get ready. I gotta oh my god I need to go home right now”. You were vibrating, practically bouncing in place, the tips of your spiked choker jingling with every movement. “I gotta get stuff. I gotta have snacks, floaties, my underwater speaker WHERE’S MY STUPID SPIDER MAN TOWEL?!”
Sal tilted his head. “We’re not leaving yet.”
“Exactly! Which means I have time to overprepare!” you jumped to your feet, pacing toward the door. Oh my god, I need to clean my portable speaker. What if it’s still got sand in it from the last time?!”
“my girl chillax,” Larry said, watching you with amusement.
“I live in a constant state of prepared, thank you,” you replied dramatically, You dashed for the door, but not before stopping in your tracks like a cartoon character slamming on invisible brakes. You whipped around and made a beeline for Sal.
“Come here, Blue Boy.”
He blinked. “Uh what ”
You grabbed the sides of his head with both hands, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to the mouth of his mask with a big dramatic MWAH. Sal just sat there, stunned, eyes wide beneath his bangs. “That’s for being pretty,” you said with a wink, then turned to Larry, who immediately raised his hands.
“Oh no. Nope. Keep those lips away ”
“TOO LATE, BABYGIRL.”
You lunged forward, grabbed his face like he was made of Play Doh, and squished his cheeks so hard his lips puckered like a goldfish. Then you smooched his cheek with obnoxious enthusiasm.
“BLESSINGS UPON YOUR SOUL,” you declared like a cryptid giving gifts before returning to the woods.
“Jesus” Larry wiped his face with his sleeve. “You’re outta your damn mind.”
You shot finger guns at them both as you bolted through the door. “ILL SEE YOU BOTH IN A HOUR! GET PIZZA OR SOMETHING!!! LARRY I TRUST YOULL GET ME THE WHITE MONSTER”
The door slammed behind you, your boots stomping down the hallway like the drums of war. There was silence for a second. Larry and Sal just sat there, blinking.
“…I’m gonna kill her,” Larry muttered.
Sal tilted his head, still a little pink. “You’re smiling.”
“…shut up.”
The sun shimmered on the lake’s surface, soft waves lapping against the shore while the portable speaker played something upbeat in the background. You were out by the edge, ankle deep in the water, sunglasses perched on your head and a towel wrapped around your hips, laughing at something Ash was saying as she lobbed a pebble into the water.
Back up on the grass, Sal and Larry were sitting near the cooler under the shade of a tree, both half watching the others with lazy contentment. Sal sipped from a can of soda, the eyes behind his mask glinting with mischief. “You know,” he said casually, “it’s kinda funny.”
Larry glanced over. “What is?”
“You got a kiss on the cheek…” Sal tilted his head, then lightly tapped the front of his mask. “I got one on the mouth.”
Larry squinted. “Don’t start.”
Sal leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “I dunno, man. Felt kinda intimate. Real sweet. Thought maybe I should shoot my shot. Might be stealing your girl.”
Larry choked on his own drink. “She’s not my girl!” Sal just hummed. Larry rubbed his hand over his face, groaning. “You’re so annoying.”
“You’re so jealous,” Sal said calmly, smiling behind the mask.
“I am not.” Larry scowled, even though his ears had turned the faintest shade of pink. “It was a joke. She’s like that with everyone.”
“Sure,” Sal said, taking another sip. “Believe what you wanna believe but calls you sexy punk god?.”
Larry blinked. “Wait she said that?”
“No,” Sal said, then smirked. “But I did. In the group chat. Changed her name. ‘Punk Goddess of the Apocalypse.’ Go check.”
Larry grabbed his phone instantly, thumbs flying.
Sal chuckled again. “Told you.”
Larry stared at the screen. Sure enough, her contact had been changed in the group chat to: PUNK GODDESS OF THE APOCALYPSE.
“Okay…” Larry leaned back, trying to act chill but definitely failing. “Okay, but like… that’s fair. Because she is. She’s got the look”
“So you do agree with me,” Sal said, amused.
Larry laughed under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “Id have to be on the hard stuff to not believe that but even so I'd still find her beautiful”
“Oh?” He exhaled slowly, eyes drifting back toward the water where you were now trying to balance on a slippery rock and muttering curses under your breath. “She’s the whole damn package you know? Like if a Molotov cocktail wore fishnets and had a laugh that made you think about your life choices”
Sal gave a low hum, listening. “She’s punk in the real way,” Larry continued, tone softening. “Not just the clothes. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks, she’s loud when she wants to be, soft when she feels like it, and she’s got this weird thing where she always knows what to say when I’m spiraling. Like… she gets it. And she’s so goddamn cool it makes me feel stupid.”
Sal tilted his head. “a lot of thoughts right there”
“Dude.” Larry scoffed. “She’s like… cool in a ‘rips cigs on rooftops at 3 a.m. while yelling at the moon’ kinda way. She throws glitter in people’s faces and then tells them to eat shit. That's kind of cool.”
Sal snorted. “That’s specific.”
“I’ve thought about it.”
Larry took another sip, then ran a hand through his hair again. “And she’s hot, man. Like, obnoxiously hot. Those lips? I want those all over me FOR THAT MATTER! i want to be all over her. she always smells like smoke and strawberry lip balm, which shouldn’t be sexy but somehow it is. She wears these stupid little chain belts that don’t hold up anything and her boots could crush me and I’d thank her for it.”
Sal let out a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really in it,.”
“I’m drowning,” Larry muttered while grabbing sals arms. “I’ve been drowning. She could say my name and I’d bark.”
Sal shook his head, amused. “You ever gonna tell her?”
Larry scoffed. “Yeah, let me just walk up and say, ‘Hey, hot sexy amazing mamacita of my dreams, wanna kiss me on the actual mouth this time instead of my fish lips face squish?.”
“You could try,” Sal offered, almost helpful. “She might surprise you.”
Larry threw his head back. “Nah. I’m the best friend. The face smushing, cheek kissing best friend. That’s my role in the grand narrative.”
Sal tilted his head, watching him. “it doesn't have to be like that I dont think”
Larry’s ears were on fire now. “Shut up.”
“Not judging. Just… interesting.”
“Whatever, man.” Larry tossed a twig toward him. “You’re just trying to mess with me.”
Sal snorted again. Larry looked back toward you, eyes softening. You had finally succeeded in climbing the rock and were now dramatically posing like a pirate with one boot in the air, yelling something about claiming the lake in the name of emotional damage. He laughed quietly to himself. “god theres not a lot to not love about her.”
“You’re pathetic,” Sal said without looking up, fiddling with the speaker’s volume.
“Thanks, man,” Larry muttered, still sprawled in the grass, one arm over his face like the sun itself had betrayed him. “Really appreciate the emotional support.” Before Sal could retort, a shadow passed over them followed by a familiar voice, all sunshine and danger.
“Okay, it’s so hot I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt into soup.”
Larry’s arm immediately dropped from his face. You stood above them, grinning wide, sunglasses sliding down your nose, hands on your hips. Your jacket was already off and your boots half unlaced.
“Water time,” you declared, toeing off the rest of your shoes. “This goth goblin’s about to be a lake nymph.”
Larry blinked once. Then twice. And then you were tugging your shirt up, peeling it off in one smooth, unbothered motion. His brain stopped immediately. You weren’t even doing anything on purpose you were just trying not to trip on your own pants while laughing about how they were sticking to your thighs but Larry was gone. Fully lost. Mentally kicked in the gut. Your bikini was black with silver safety pin accents, and paired with your tattoos and bedhead hair, you looked like the final boss in a sexy horror game.
Sal side eyed him. “Don’t pass out.”
“I’m fine,” Larry wheezed.
“You’re red.” “I’m sunburned.” “It’s only been fifteen minutes.” “Genetics.”
You stretched with a groan, arms overhead, hips swaying slightly as you let the sun hit your skin. Larry stared like he was about to have a heatstroke. Then, suddenly, you turned to him with that familiar little grin, sharp and playful.
“Alright, come on, Trash Prince.” You crouched and tugged at his wrist. “You’re coming in with me.”
“Wha wait hey ” Larry barely had time to sit up before you were already trying to drag him to his feet, hands clutching his.
“I am not letting you sit around being all hot and bothered under this tree while I get lake water up my nose alone.”
“I’m not hot,” Larry blurted, flustered.
“Oh, shut up, you totally are,” you said, eyes glittering as you yanked on his arm again.
Larry stumbled a little, brain short circuiting. “Wait hold on before I go get absolutely murdered by the lake, I, uh ” He dug into the cooler beside him, half panicked. “I brought you something.”
You paused, curious. “For me?”
He pulled out the offering like it was some sacred relic. “White Monster. Your holy grail.” You gasped like you’d been handed a family heirloom made of diamonds.
“No. No way.” You dropped to your knees beside him like it was a goddamn proposal. “You legend. You absolute feral prince.” And without hesitation, you launched yourself forward and hugged him, arms around his shoulders, your bare skin pressed against his shirt as you squeezed him.
Larry’s entire body locked up like a cursed doll.
“Oh my god, I love you,” you mumbled into his neck, practically in his lap now. “You understand me on a spiritual level.”
Larry’s soul left his body. Your thigh was across his, your chest lightly pressed to him, and you smelled like sunscreen and sweat and that fucking hint of strawberry lip balm. His hands hovered awkwardly midair like he didn’t know where to put them without catching on fire.
“I uh I ” he stammered.
You pulled back, cupping his cheeks. “Larry. Lawrence. Lorenzo Von Hot Topic. I am going to cannonball with that Monster in my hand and scream your name.”
Sal, still nearby, snorted so hard he nearly dropped his phone.
Larry, beet red and wide eyed, coughed into his fist. “Y’know, if you wanted to straddle me and yell my name, there are… simpler ways.”
You grinned like a demon. “Down, boy.”
Larry gave a strangled laugh, caught somewhere between aroused panic and blessed euphoria. You winked, then finally stood and popped the Monster open, chugging half of it with a dramatic sigh of relief. “Alright! Now I’m ready to raise hell.” And with that, you skipped toward the lake.
Larry groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”
He stood up slowly, like he’d just been hit with emotional whiplash, and started pulling off his shirt, shaking out his hair and kicking off his boots. He grumbled under his breath the whole time, tossing his wallet chain onto the towel beside Sal. As he tugged off his jeans and stood there in swim trunks, Sal gave a low whistle. “Damn. Didn’t know you were packing ‘lake dad’ abs under there.”
Larry shot him a flat look. “Shut up.”
Sal held up his hands. “Hey, I’m just saying at this rate, you two are gonna end up making out in the lake and I’m gonna need to leave out of respect.”
Larry flipped him off, already walking backward toward the water. “Yaya. Suck my toes, Sal.”
“Hard pass,” Sal called, chuckling.
The lake water was cool against your skin, a sharp contrast to the blazing sun above. It hit just above your waist now, rippling gently around you as you waded in deeper, squinting against the brightness. Behind you, a loud splash erupted as Larry finally threw himself in arms flailing, long hair whipping as he surfaced with a dramatic gasp.
“Hell yeah!” he shouted.“I told you!” you said, spinning to face him. “Nature rules!”
He swam closer, a grin creeping across his face. “You gonna baptize me in lake water now, thou Pope of Punk?”
You narrowed your eyes. “No. I’m gonna drown you.”
And with zero hesitation, you lunged at him. Water sloshed violently as Larry ducked and caught you mid pounce, both of you nearly tipping over in a mess of limbs and splashes. You laughed so hard it echoed across the lake. Back on the shore, Sal, Ash, and Todd sat on a shared towel, watching with amusement. Sal had his knees up, hands resting over them, calm as ever. Ash leaned on his shoulder, chewing on a piece of watermelon, while Todd filmed the chaos on his phone.
“Ten bucks says one of them actually drowns,” Ash said, chuckling.
Sal tilted his head. “I think we’re just witnessing some fucked up version of foreplay.”
Todd didn’t look up. “I’m sending this video to Larry’s mom.”
Back in the water, you were locked in a play fight with Larry, both of you laughing, slipping, pushing each other only to catch one another at the last second. He grabbed your wrist and tried to drag you under gently, only for you to twist away, reach down, and pull up a long, slimy string of lakeweed.
“Oh no,” Larry said instantly. “Don’t you dare.”
You were already laughing too hard to be stopped. With perfect aim, you flung the soggy green mess through the air. It hit Larry right on the head slapping wetly and then staying there like a wig.
“LARRY! You look like a sexy swamp witch!”
“WHY is it sticking?!”
“You’ve been chosen!” You nearly fell over again, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard. “I can’t breathe, it's in your hair!”
Larry flopped forward, grabbing another handful of lakeweed. “You’re gonna regret this.”
“OH SHIT !”
Cue full on water war wrestling, neither of you winning, but neither of you wanting to stop either. Your laughter mixed with his, echoing off the lake surface like music.
Back on the beach, Sal looked to Ash and Todd. “You think they’re ever gonna just admit it?”
Ash shook her head. “Not a chance. We’re gonna have to hold a intervention.”
Todd smirked. “With PowerPoint slides.”
Sal nodded. “Title: ‘Just Kiss Already.’”
And in the water, Larry was still yelling something incoherent about vengeance while you tackled him again, both of you soaked and breathless, but smiling like idiots the whole time. The sun was starting to dip lower now, turning the lake golden. The heat had softened, and a lazy breeze skimmed the surface of the water as the group’s laughter finally died down.
Ash stretched with a yawn from where she lounged near the cooler. “Alright, freaks. I’m officially waterlogged and sun kissed. We’re heading out.”
You stopped halfway through dunking Larry and looked toward shore. “Aww, really? You guys suck.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Todd said as he stood, brushing grass off his shorts. “Try not to summon any demons while we’re gone.”
“No promises!” you called back, saluting with two fingers and a grin.
Sal slung a bag over his shoulder, flashing his usual lowkey smile. “Don’t get arrested. Or possessed.”
“Those are both on you,” Larry shot back, swimming backward toward you.
Ash winked as she turned. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Which, to be fair, isn’t much.”
You flipped her off lovingly. “Love you too, wife.”
One by one, your friends started heading back up the hill, chatting and laughing faintly as they disappeared past the trees. A little bit of quiet settled over the lake. The distant sounds of birds and the ripple of water returned. You turned back to Larry, floating lazily next to you now, hair slicked back and that seaweed still hanging from one ear.
“Well,” you said, drawing your hands through the water. “It’s just us now.”
Larry lifted a brow, his voice all drawl. “So it is. What ever will we do.”
You snorted, lightly kicking water toward him. “Careful. Alone time with me has been known to cause heart palpitations.”
He smirked, but there was something softer under it now something quieter. “I’ll take the risk.” You drifted beside each other for a few moments, water gently moving around your shoulders, both of you letting the silence stretch in that way it only can when it’s comfortable.
Then, you looked over at him, head tilted. “Thanks for staying.”
Larry met your gaze, slower now. “Yeah… ‘course.”
You were both quiet again, but something had shifted. The sun was brushing your cheekbones with gold, making your skin look warm and bright, and Larry found himself biting his cheek to keep from blurting out anything stupid. “I like this,” you said finally, voice a little softer than before. “Just… being here. With you.”
Larry stared for a second. “Yeah. Me too.”
You turned to float on your back, sighing. “It’s been a while since everything felt like… not too much.”
He let his eyes linger on you your silhouette against the setting sun, the little smile on your lips. “With you,” he said under his breath, “everything’s just the right amount of too much.”
You cracked an eye open. “What was that?”
Larry immediately splashed water at you. “Nothing. Shut up.”
You sputtered and lunged at him again, laughing like always but that little warmth stayed tucked between you both, like the lake itself had caught on and wasn’t quite ready to let the day end just yet. The lake was quieter now. The sun had nearly dipped behind the tree line, casting long, warm shadows across the water. The surface shimmered gold, broken only by the lazy ripples around you and Larry.
You swam up behind him silently, arms slipping around his bare waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. Larry blinked, startled for half a second before relaxing into your hold. His heart was pounding like a damn kick drum in his chest. You were so warm behind him, body pressed gently to his, the kind of closeness that meant everything and nothing depending on what it was.
that’s what was killing him. He tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on the lake horizon. He thought about all the times you teased him. The way you always called him hot. How you clung to him, ruffled his hair, kissed his cheek, left him breathless in a hundred different ways but never said what it all meant.
His fingers flexed a little in the water. He could hear Sal’s voice in his head. “it doesn't have to be like that I dont think”
Larry exhaled, his voice low and careful. “Hey.”
You hummed. “Mmh?”
“What is this?”
You blinked. “What’s what?”
“This.” He shifted just slightly in your hold. “Us. You and me.”
You slowly floated around to face him, confused. “Larry, what are you ?”
“I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck, wet hair sticking to his fingers. His eyes were darting anywhere but you now. “All the flirting. The kissing. Is it just, like… for fun? Just for shits? Or do you actually… y’know… mean any of it?”
You blinked at him for a second. Really looking at him now. His brows were furrowed, his lips tight, but behind all that sarcasm and swagger, he looked scared. Scared of being the only one who’d fallen too hard. You didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, you swam in close, arms sliding up over his shoulders, fingers locking behind his neck. His breath caught instantly, chest stilling beneath the surface of the water.
You looked at him gently now, eyes soft, voice calm in a way he wasn’t used to hearing from you. “Larry… you’re not a joke to me.” He stared. “You’re everything I’ve wanted. Youre so fucking weird. I love the music you play. The dumb little drawings. The way you yell when you lose at Mario Kart.” You grinned. “The way you look at me like I built the whole damn sky.”
His lips parted, but nothing came out. You leaned in a little closer.
“I flirt with you because I can’t help it. I kiss your cheek because I’m not brave enough to kiss your mouth. But I want to. I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Larry was frozen. Staring at you like you’d just flipped the entire planet on its head. “Are you gonna say something,” you teased softly, “or just stand there looking like a drowned deer?”
Larry let out a choked, breathy laugh relieved, still processing.
“I just…” He swallowed. “I thought I was being an idiot.”
“You are an idiot,” you whispered, grinning. “But you’re my idiot.”
He smiled then. Really smiled. The kind he rarely let anyone see.
“Yeah?” he murmured.
You nodded, foreheads nearly touching now. “Yeah.”
And with the sun melting behind you and the water still as glass, Larry leaned in finally closing the space the two of you had been dancing around for years.
if you still write for Sally Face, can I request a Larry x reader fic where it's like that one Regular Show fic you made and Larry is venting again about being lonely and Sal brings up reader since he's mentioned liking them and then that gives Larry the idea to pursue them? Sorry if this is confusing, you can change up the end a bit because I'm not too sure about that part, but thank you! If you don't write for SF anymore you can just ignore this 🩷
☆ Sally Face : one shot : SOUNDING STUPID
☆ summary : Larry Johsnon is a loser and doesnt know hot to talk to a pretty girl even if it is best friend
☆ pairing : Larry Johnson x Fem!Reader
☆ author note : OKOKOK, so like I started writing this, and it definitely wasn't exactly what you were looking for. I think I got lost in the end, but something short and sweet, so I can get myself back into writing again!
Larry leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Urethral”
“I don’t like that start,” Sal grimaced immediately, sitting up straighter on the couch.
Larry didn’t even blink. “ sounding.”
Sal whipped his head toward him. “And I was right. What the fuck are you talking about?”
Larry shrugged, completely unfazed. “I’m just thinking of ways I can out freak the one.”
Sal stared at him for a long moment, then dragged a hand down his face. “Why can’t you be into normal weird things, like hitting each other?”
Larry broke into a grin. “Sal, be so for real. Of course I’m into that.”
Sal flattened his lips, unimpressed. He turned away with a deep breath, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the scuffed floor. The joke had landed the way Larry probably intended.
After a second, Sal glanced back. Larry wasn’t grinning anymore. He was staring off again, fingers fidgeting with the frayed hem of his sleeve. He looked like he was searching for the next outrageous thing to say, like if he could just stay one step ahead of everyone’s discomfort, he wouldn’t have to sit in his own.
Everyone knew Larry didn’t exactly have the best track record when it came to… well, anything involving consistency. It was kind of funny until you sat with it a little too long and realized there was something a bit sad tucked underneath the jokes.
Sal let out a quiet sigh, softer this time, like he didn’t want it to sound as heavy as it felt. “Someone’ll find you, bro.”
Larry huffed out a laugh, glancing over at him. “Says you.”
Sal nudged his shoe against Larry’s, a small, grounding gesture. “Yeah. Says me.” He paused, then added with a slight smirk, “Didn’t you say our dear old friend is coming?”
Larry groaned, rolling his eyes. “Ew, don’t talk like you’re fifty. But yeah our dear old friend is coming.”
“Sick,” Sal said, leaning back a bit. “Feels like I haven’t seen her in forever.”
“Damn, bro. Maybe you need to get good. I see her almost every day.”
Right on cue, footsteps echoed up the stairs light, quick, familiar. Then you appeared in the doorway, holding up a bag. “Hello, my favorite little emos. I come bearing gifts.”
Larry practically lit up, sitting up straighter. “Thank God. I was starting to think Sal wasn’t going to feed me.” His eyes zeroed in on the bag.
“Oh, you poor baby,” you said, stepping closer, your tone dripping with mock sympathy.
Larry leaned in, already reaching but just before his fingers could brush the bag, you lifted a hand and pressed a finger lightly against his forehead, stopping him in his tracks.
“Get on your knees and beg for it.”
“Boooo,” Larry shot back immediately, leaning away with a scoff. “You loser. Not happening.”
Sal watched the exchange like he always did. You and Larry had the strangest dynamic for two people who insisted, constantly, that there was nothing going on between you.
“Well,” you said with a casual shrug, pulling the bag back toward your chest, “guess these are just for Sal and me, then.”
Larry’s head snapped toward you. “Why does Sal get it for free?”
You clicked your tongue, stepping closer again, tilting your head up just enough to meet his eyes. you pointed toward the floor. “Because,” you said sweetly, “he doesn’t make me work for it.”
Larry stared at you for a second, jaw tightening like he was debating whether to play along or just tackle you for the bag. He would never say it out loud but fuck were you so hot when you acted like this.
Then, in the most exaggerated voice he could manage, he bent his knees just a little barely committing. “Oh great one, please, oh please, grace me with your sweetness.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Weak. Whimper for me.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered instantly before dipping down just enough to snatch the bag straight out of your hands from below.
“Hey !”
Larry was already backing up, a victorious grin spreading across his face as he held the bag up like a trophy. “Survival of the fittest.”
You just laughed, shaking your head as you turned to Sal. “So what were you two weirdos doing before I got here? You both look slumped.”
Sal glanced over at Larry, then back at you. “Nothing much. Just Larry complaining about his love life.”
“Hey ” Larry started, muffled slightly as he dug through the bag.
“Well,” you cut in, crossing your arms with a teasing tilt of your head, “I think he’s a lost cause and should probably just give up. Might have to settle for me at this point.”
Sal’s eyes flicked toward Larry, something clicking into place behind his mask. Larry, meanwhile, was already looking at you. “You couldn’t handle all this,” Larry shot back, pointing down at himself.
You choked out a laugh. “You wish.” The moment hung for just a beat longer than usual before you clapped your hands together lightly. “Okay, well I know I just got here, but my mom called me on the way over. I’ve gotta head out.”
Sal immediately sat up straighter. “Oh shit. Yeah, we should actually plan something properly soon.”
He stood and pulled you into a quick hug.
“Of course,” you said warmly, squeezing him back. “I miss you, Sal, so much.”
“You got here like a minute ago?!” Larry huffed from across the room, a lollipop now tucked between his lips as he sank deeper into the bean bag.
You pulled away from Sal, already turning toward Larry. “I’m literally seeing you later today, my guy.”
You walked over to him without hesitation. He didn’t even move just watched you, slightly slouched, eyes following every step like he forgot how to function for a second. Then, you reached down, plucked the lollipop straight out of his mouth and popped it into yours.
From behind you, Sal’s jaw practically hit the floor. Larry blinked once. Twice. Did that just?
“Mmm,” you hummed, completely unfazed, smiling around the candy. “This one’s good.” just like that, you turned and headed out, tossing a quick wave over your shoulder like you hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the room.
The door clicked shut. Silence. Sal slowly turned his head toward Larry, eyes narrowed behind his prosthetic, absolute disbelief radiating off of him. Larry, meanwhile, was still staring at the door then down at the candy bag then back at the door again, like his brain was lagging.
Sal didn’t say anything at first. He just stared. Hard.
“Dude,” Larry said finally, glancing over and immediately recoiling a bit, “you’re scaring me. You look like you’re about to kill me.”
Sal didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t speak.
Larry shifted, suddenly uncomfortable under the intensity, and grabbed a handful of candy, chucking a few pieces at him. “Stop it. You’re being weird.”
A gummy bounced off Sal’s shoulder. Another hit his chest. Still nothing.Then, finally
“You stupid fuck,” Sal said flatly.
Larry blinked again. “What did I do?!”
Sal just kept staring at him, like he was watching the slowest, most painful train wreck in real time. “Not to use your words,” he said flatly, “but you vanilla ass bitch.”
“Excuse you, mister BDSM,” Larry shot back, sitting up a little straighter. “What are you even talking about?”
“I think you need to stop smoking weed,” Sal muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s actually bad for my mental health at this point.”
“Well, that’s not happening anytime soon,” Larry shrugged, already reaching back into the candy like nothing was wrong.
Sal leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Larry. You have a really pretty girl who is very obviously into you and you just gave her nothing back.”
Larry frowned, the words hitting somewhere he didn’t want to acknowledge. “That’s different. She’s our friend.”
Sal tilted his head. “Is Ash and I different?”
“Yes,” Larry said immediately. “You two have been hard for each other since day one. It was obvious.”
Sal gave a small, humorless huff. “Exactly. And this?” He gestured vaguely toward the door you’d just walked out of. “This is obvious too. You’re just choosing to be stupid about it.”
Larry leaned back again, dragging a hand through his hair. “It’s not like that.”
“It is like that,” Sal pressed. “She flirts with you constantly. you're being a pathetic little bitch boy”
“I am not ”
“You are,” Sal cut in. “everything she did you almost looked like a kicked puppy looking for guidance.”
Larry opened his mouth, then closed it again, jaw tightening. “Plus,” Sal added, leaning back now, voice quieter but sharper, “if I remember correctly, you were just complaining earlier about how you wish someone would out freak you.”
Larry shot him a look.
Sal raised an eyebrow behind his mask. “Seems like someone can’t handle her.”
Larry scoffed, but it came out weaker than he meant it to. “I can handle her.”
“Yeah?” Sal said, unimpressed. “Then why aren't you doing something about it”
Larry didn’t answer right away. His fingers tightened slightly around the crinkled candy bag, eyes dropping to it like it suddenly required all his attention.
“…It’s different,” he muttered again, but there was less conviction in it this time.
Sal watched him for a second, then shook his head. “You’re gonna fumble this so hard, man.”
Larry huffed out a quiet laugh, but it didn’t quite land. “I’m not fumbling anything.”
Sal leaned back, crossing his arms. “Sure buddy.”
It was later, you were now in his room just lounging about. You were sprawled on Larry’s bed, your shoulder tucked into his side, your laptop balanced on your thighs as it wheezed through whatever sketchy site you were using. The screen flickered every now and then like it was in its last life. Larry was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, one arm resting behind his head. To you, the silence didnt feel any out of the ordinary. You figured he was off in his own little world, probably dancing with the devils lettuce, probably thinking about something random.
he wasn’t. He was thinking about you. He caught himself wondering what it would be like to call you his girlfriend. Thinking back to what Sal had said, like it wouldn’t sound insane, right? What it would feel like to walk around with his arm around your waist instead of just brushing past you or bumping shoulders like it was all accidental.
What it would be like to kiss you. Not the joking, almost kind you threw around but real.
His jaw shifted slightly as he stared at the ceiling. He thought about how you looked when you got bossy with him, telling him what to do like you owned him. How you’d grab his wrist and drag him somewhere without asking, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like when you’d sit behind him and start braiding his hair out of nowhere because you were bored, fingers working through it without even asking. He never told you how much he liked that. Never told you he’d sit there longer than he needed to just so you wouldn’t stop.
It hit him slowly, but when it did it felt like the world was spinning. Maybe this wasn’t just a joke. Maybe it hadn’t been for a while. Before he could spiral too far into that realization, your laptop crackled and suddenly music started playing through the tinny speakers.
“I know you’re more into metal,” you said casually, not even looking up, “but hypothetically, boyband music might be my new everything.”
Larry blinked, pulled out of his head. “Just because I listen to metal doesn’t mean I won’t delve into other music.”
That got your attention. You glanced over at him, one eyebrow raised. “You wanna bet on that?”
“Bet.”
You didn’t even hesitate. “New Kids on the Block.”
Larry scoffed. “You think I’m not fucking with Step by Step?”
You turned toward him fully now, squinting. “Absolutely not.”
“Well, you’re right,” he admitted immediately, lips twitching, “but I could be a boyband guy and you’ll never know.”
“Mm hmm. Sure,” you hummed, unconvinced.
You went back to your laptop, scrolling aimlessly as another song queued up, your voice soft as you hummed along without really thinking about it.
“Hey,” Larry said, still staring at the ceiling. “Do you think I’d be boyband material?”
“What do you mean?” you replied, barely glancing up from your screen.
He hesitated. “Like… am I pretty boy enough for all those losers?”
That made you pause. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him, really look at him this time. “Are you asking me if I think you’re pretty?”
He immediately recoiled. “The fuck no. I would never.”
You didn’t even flinch. “Larry Johnson, I genuinely think you are the prettiest ever.”
It came out so easily. Larry scoffed on instinct, turning his head away from you like the ceiling had suddenly become fascinating again. “Ew. Gross.”
But the tips of his ears were already red.
“Want me to prove it?” you said, a small grin tugging at your lips as you shifted a little closer.
“Stop being weird,” he muttered quickly, shoulders tensing just enough to give him away. “Jesus.”
You snorted softly. “Fine, fine. Just bothering you.”
Larry stayed still for a second, then another. His jaw tightened slightly, he didn’t know where to put the feeling that just landed in his chest. Prettiest. He huffed quietly under his breath, trying to brush it off, but it didn’t really work. His eyes flicked toward you for a split second just enough to catch the way you were still humming, completely unbothered, like you hadn’t just said something that stuck to him harder than it should’ve.
“…You’re so fucking weird,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. His arm shifted just slightly. This time, it didn’t stop. Slowly, almost like he could still pretend it wasn’t intentional, he let it rest around your shoulders. He didn’t look at you when he did it. Just stared at the ceiling again, heart beating a little faster than it should for something so small.
“…Don’t make it a thing,” he added under his breath.
Now it was your turn to flush. Flirting had always been easy. Safe, even. It was your thing between you two. If it ever got too real, you could laugh it off, call it a joke, hide behind the rhythm you’d built together. His arm around you. The way he said that like it could be something. It made your chest feel tight.
“A thing,” you echoed, a little quieter than you meant to. The words sat wrong in your mouth, suddenly heavy. You thought about all the times you’d hinted maybe you weren’t as untouchable as you liked to pretend. Maybe you couldn’t handle it when it came back.
Larry felt it immediately. He flinched slightly, brows pulling together. That… wasn’t how that was supposed to land.
“Woah hold on,” he said, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Major random shift here.”
“It’s fine, dude. It’s chill,” you said quickly, already moving away, sitting up, putting space between you.
“Clearly not.”
You snapped your laptop shut a little too fast. “I should go. Wouldn’t want to make it a thing.”
Larry blinked, completely thrown. “Are you serious? What is happening right now?”
You didn’t answer. You just stood, grabbing your jacket, heading for the door. He shot up trying to get a hold of you “Hey ” He got there before you could reach the handle, stepping in front of the door. “What did I say? You just sprung up and got all weird.”
“Larry, it’s fine. Really. I just wanna go home,” you said, exhaling like if you kept your tone even, it wouldn’t crack.
“I thought you were spending the night.”
You let out a short huff, shaking your head. Then it slipped out before you could stop it: “Would making us a thing be so bad?”
“No,” he said. That made your chest twist worse.
“It’s just not fair,” you went on, voice tighter now, “even if I care about you, to just… wait around for it to not be a thing.”
Larry stared at you, something finally clicking into place too fast, all at once. “Holy shit,” he breathed.
“Haha whatever. Move,” you said, trying to brush it off, pushing lightly at his shoulder to get past him.
“I love you.”
You froze. For a second, it didn’t even register properly. It just hung there, wrong and right at the same time. You scoffed, defensive, shaking your head. “Don’t spit in coffee and give it to me.”
Larry let out a short, almost disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I think you got it wrong. I think I love you.”
“I don’t believe you,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.
That only made him laugh again, softer this time. “You think I’d want just any girl in my bed?”
You raised a brow. “I’m sure you would.”
“Hey,” he grinned, a little crooked, a little nervous under it, “I may be a pervert, but I’m respectful.”
You didn’t answer that. Instead, you stepped closer. Close enough that he instinctively leaned back until his shoulders hit the door behind him. Trapped, not that he was trying to get away. Your hands pressed lightly against him as you leaned in, your voice dropping, suddenly unsure.
“Are you?” you whispered.
Too quiet. Too real. Larry’s breath caught. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Your heart was pounding so hard it felt ridiculous. This wasn’t how it usually went. You were supposed to be the one in control.
“Kiss me then.” The second it left your mouth, your brain screamed at you. What are you doing? What are you saying?
Larry looked at you like you’d just flipped his entire world on its head. His face was red he knew it, could feel the heat crawling up his neck. Slowly, like he was giving himself time to back out if he needed to, his hands came to your waist.
“Jesus Christ…” he whispered.
But he didn’t stop. He leaned in. His brain was so scared he was making this all up. Fortunately for him he was not. then his lips met yours.
This was not like anything that he had done before, not like the teasing almost kisses you’d joked around with before. One hand tightening slightly at your waist, grounding himself in it. Deepening the kiss while holding you closer. For everything that he did for being a coward he tried his best to make it up between your lips. When he pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to look at you, eyes a little unfocused, like he was still catching up to what just happened.
“…Still don’t believe me?” he murmured.
Maybe Sal was right for how stupid he was but it got him where he needed to be.
this is sooooo rushed but whatever i just needed to write something while doing my laundry...
word count: 1.6k
You were sitting at your desk at Nockfell high, the smell of mold and sweaty teenagers filling the room. Mrs. Packerton was teaching the class about god knows what. you were just focused on the notepad in front of you, sketching little creatures, things you saw in your dreams. The minutes ticked by like snails. Slowly inching, it was almost unbearable. No, it was unbearable. From beside you, you see your best friend Larry. He points to his sketchbook and cringes at the sound of a page tearing out, Mrs. Packerton turns around.
“Mr. Johnson! Stop disrupting my class! This is important.” she huffed before turning back to her whiteboard.
You silently chuckled at him as he slunked down in his seat, a little embarrassed.
After an excruciating 15 more minutes, the bell rang. It was finally time to return home.
The air outside was fresh but somehow still held a sinister tone. It didn't matter to you. “Not my problem..” mumbled as you passed the old church.
Behind you was a set of loud, large footsteps, you didn't peer behind you till they got to close. “Heyyyy shortie.” Larry nudged your shoulder.
“My god you scared me..”
“Sorry, sorry..”
He walked beside you, keeping up with your slow pace. You enjoyed your walk home, watching the trees and the birds. Sure it wasn't the safest town to walk in, but you had some mace and a pocket knife Larry gave you. Keep this on you okay? Don't be afraid to use it, he told you after a girl got kidnapped near the school. He even offered to teach you self defence. Of course you took the offer, a chance to touch and get close to him. Hehe.
“Soooo i tried to pass you a note in class, didn't go well..” he blushed.
“Yeah I saw,” you chuckled, poking his arm “whatcha want?”
“Well, Sal is busy and you're my other best friend. Sanity's Fall has a concert just outside of town, I got two tickets..” he paused “Wanna go with me?”
“I'm your last resort person huh? Ouchy..” you said teasing.
“Nonononononononono, i just didn't know if you were interested in that kind of thing.”
“A concert?”
“A heavy metal concert.”
You were more quiet than Larry, the extremely shy one of the group, not really doing school events or group hangouts. You preferred one-on-one time with Larry.
He stopped in front of the apartment, the smell of mold in despair filling your nose. “You can say no, I can sell the other, or not go I guess and give them both away.”
He looked at his raggedy shoes, kicking a rock on the pavement.
“Ill go, I'd be nice to get out of the house.” as you said it his head perked up and he beamed ear to ear. “Really?!”
“Yeah”
“Dont feel forced.. I-i mean it's okay if you say no i wont be mad.”
“Larry, I wanna go, it will be fun.”
He grabbed your hands, the blood leaving your hands and going to your cheeks, he shook them and was practically about to explode. “I'M SO EXCITED!!”
He held the door as I walked inside and we got in the elevator.
“When is it?”
“Friday, I hope you're free.”
“Oh yeah what else would I have going on?”
“Pouting in your room.”
“I don't pout!”
“Mhmm surreeeee.”
The elevator beeped for your floor, you hop out and shoot Larry a smile.
“Ill see you soon” he grins and presses the button for the basement, blowing you a little kiss, before you could react, the elevator doors shut.
Friday came as fast as lighting, you were in your room trying to find a suitable outfit for the occasion, you landed on the classic combo.
Jeanshorts and tights, and to tie it all together, a hoodie Larry let you borrow. Definition of borrow in this situation.
He gave it but you let him forget about it, and you never washed it, for the 6 months you've had it. It lost its smell, so maybe if you give this one back, he’ll give you a new one. Freshly stinky. You heard a knock on your front door, “I'M COMING!! ONE SECOND!!” you shouted while tying your shoes.
After the second tie was laced you opened the door to see long haired Larry.
“Hey pretty lady. Ready to go?” he smiled looking at your outfit before landing on the hoodie. “Hey wait a second-”
“Ill give it back if i can get a new one”
“Hmm ill think about the offer.”
He leads you outside and into his car, a van with paint chipping off of it, he tries to paint the outside of it. It didn't end well.
In the car he played his music at a fair volume so he could still talk to you.
“If you get uncomfortable just tell me and we can go.” he looked over at you before returning to the road, he was a surprisingly good driver.
“I'll be fine, I've been to concerts before..”
“Okay, just making sure. You got your knife?”
“They won't let me bring that in! I have my mace though.”
“Atta girl!” he smiled at you proudly before pulling into the venue parking lot.
He got out and opened your door for you
“Mlady.”
“Thanks..”
Before entering the swamp of people, he reached out and took your hand.
“Dont want you to get lost.”
“I won't! I'm not a child.”
“I know, I know.”
The two of you walked inside and were greeted by the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, maybe a faint stench of pot.
You and Larry found a space off to the side but still close to the stage, you were too short to really see above the people in front of you but you didn't mind. Larry poked you on the arm before holding out what looked like two gummy bears.
“Want one?”
“Are these real gummy bears?”
“Yeah?”
“I mean like, normal, normal ingredients?”
“Uhhh, no.”
You take the red one on the right, and plop it in your mouth. It tasted kinda gross but was heavily masked by the flavoring, you didn't even wanna think about how much dye was in these, or what drugs were in them.
After a few minutes of you chitchatting and the effects of the drug kicking in, it was pot, you felt airy and light, not caring about the people around you anymore. The band came on stage, Larry was having the time of his life and you were just dancing like this was any normal concert. Larry started laughing at your dancing, and you just rolled your eyes.
“Whatr you looking at??” you yelled above the music
“You.”
“Why”
“You look cute when you're dancing, and stoned, stoned dancing.”
You rolled your bloodshot eyes again.
“You suck”
“You swallow."
That was a comeback you used a lot, now it was used against you, you pushed him and he grabbed your wrist and had you dance with him.
While other people were headbanging and moshing, you two were dancing like fools to the loud music of Sanity's Fall.
As the night went on you two decided to leave a little early to avoid the swarm of people trying to leave at the same time, Larry nodded his head towards the door and took your hand again, weaving through the hoard of people.
“Woo! That place was a little stuffy, huh?” Larry exclaimed as you too hit the fresh air of the outside world. Despite there being no more crowd he still held onto your hand, slightly hoping you didn't notice, but of course you did, you noticed everything he did.
You swung your hands a little as you two walked to his car, he chuckled as he opened your passenger side door.
“You're a riot you know that?” he said as you climbed inside, the car had a faint smell of pine needles and Mcdonalds fries.
“Did you have fun?” he looks at you as he climbs in his seat, buckling your seatbelt for you before doing his own.
“Yeah! Not my type of crowd but I still had fun, cuz I was with you.” you smiled and he couldn't help take his eyes off the road to glance at you and smile back.
The drive back to the apartments was smooth, you guys left early enough to beat the traffic jam and drunkards staggering out of the building looking for a fight.
The two of you got out and walked into the apartments, of course Larry held the door for you.
“I can open my own doors!”
“I know but I like to do it.”
As you both enter the elevator he clicks the button to go to the basement, “moms been talking about you, she'd love to see you..if she's still awake.” he chuckles before adding “i owe you a kew hoodie dont i?”
He steps out of the elevator and puts in the keys to his apartment. You step in and the place feels as homely as usual, it faintly smells of mold, like the rest of the apartment, and a little bit of bleach.
He walks into his room and starts digging through a pile of laundry on the floor, while you wait for him to finish his hunt, you look at his easel. A fresh painting of a woman with your hair color inserted.
“This one's really pretty, who is it?” you observe the painting, its still in its baby stages so it's a tiny bit hard to make out. He walks over with a hoodie in his hands, “uhhhhhh.”
He mumbles while standing there with the new freshly stinky Larry hoodie. You take it from his hands and look at him.
“What? Is it mee?” you tease him.
“Maybe”
“Maybe? What do you mean maybe? You're the painter.”
“It just.. came out, i wasn't thinking about what i was painting.”
☆ summary : A small bout of insecurity flashes through Larry. Though sweetness ensues
☆ pairing : Larry x Fem!Reader
☆ word count : 1k ish
☆ author note : I was watching a tiktok of someone saying that nobody whines like 5sos does. Who am I to not make Larry whine a bit?
What could a pretty princess do but stand at the edge of her tower and look down at the world below? what could a lowly peasant boy do but imagine a life where she might one day look back? He would've stayed there, stuck in that daydream, if reality hadn’t turned out so much stranger. Because there was no tower. No village. No fairy tale bullshit.
Larry Johnson had his princess right on top of him. Metaphorically, that’s where you’d always been. Untouchable in the way people talked about you. You were new this year, it was like crack, you were like crack, your essence got people hooked. everyone he meant everyone was infatuated.
Even Travis. And Travis didn’t like anything.
So yeah, maybe “princess” wasn’t that far off. But still… would a princess really be here right now, in his space, in his arms marking up his neck?
His thoughts kept slipping as your lips brushed along his skin. It wasn’t even just the feeling; it was you. He swore that he was on the brink of cuming all over himself in his pants.
You pulled back just enough to look at him.
Larry blinked up at you, dazed, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “So nice seeing you here,” he murmured, voice a little rough. “You come here often?”
Your eyes were still a little hazy, but your grin came easy. “Sometimes,” you said lightly. “I drop by to stalk my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend, huh?” he shot back, brows lifting. “Well… can’t go stealing someone else’s girl.”
You hit him for that then leaned in to kiss him properly, shutting him up before he could say anything else stupid. That was how most nights ended. On school nights, it wasn’t much different just traded for late calls, the sound of each other’s breathing through the line when one of you drifted off first.
Your relationship wasn’t exactly a secret. But it was private. You’d think Larry would be shouting it from the rooftops, bragging to anyone who’d listen but he didn’t. Not really. There was something about this about you that he kept close, like if he made too much noise about it, it might slip through his fingers.
One afternoon, he and Sal were cutting past the gym when the sound of laughter caught his attention. Cheer practice.
You were standing in a circle with the other girls, head tipped slightly as you laughed at something one of them said. The light caught you just right, and for a second, everything else blurred out. God, you’re beautiful.
What are you laughing about? He lingered a second too long, eyes narrowing just slightly. Were you talking about him?
somewhere along the way, you’d stopped being just a girl he liked. becoming his world, whether he meant for it to happen or not.
you… you shined. In a way that didn’t need him. That was the part that got under his skin. Standing there, watching you laugh so easily, he couldn’t help the thought that slipped in. He knew you were everything to him. He just didn’t know if he was everything to you.
So this is what led you to being under him on his bed. Enclosing you with his body, letting out sounds akin to a kicked puppy. A month wasn’t a long time. But it was long enough for you to notice when something was off. Larry had been clinging to you more than usual. The second his hands found you, it was like he forgot how to let go. You pressed your palm to his chest and pushed him back.
Once Larry started kissing you, he became impossible like some kind of determined leech. “You know,” you said, squinting up at him with a smirk, “I haven’t gone to war.”
He blinked, before a grin broke through. “Sheesh. Respect the hustle of loving a woman,” he shot back, leaning in just enough to press one last kiss to your forehead.
You huffed out a laugh. “Oh, I appreciate it, alright.” Your hands slid up to his shoulders, steadying him, keeping him right where he was. “But what’s up?”
“Nothing.”
You narrowed your eyes immediately. “I’m not letting you have any more kisses if you don’t tell me.”
His head snapped back like you’d just insulted his entire existence. “What the heck? Don’t strip my rights away like that.”
He tried to dip down anyway boldly, as if you wouldn’t stop him.
You caught his face with both hands and pushed him back, arms fully extended now, holding him at a very necessary distance. He huffed, clearly offended… and then, because he was him, leaned forward just enough to lick your hands.
You froze. “ Thanks,” you deadpanned, immediately wiping your hands off on his shirt. “I’ll clone you later. Already got a special jar ready.”
“I hope a pony isn’t too traumatized in there,” he shot back without missing a beat.
You snorted, but your grip didn’t loosen. “Larry.” Your thumbs brushed lightly against his cheeks, keeping his attention on you not letting him dodge it again.
“I mean it,” you said, quieter now. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked away from yours for a second, he was debating whether to say it at all. Though he would be damned if he was called a bottom bitch for not communicating.
“When you’re with your friends…” he started, voice a little rougher than usual. “Do you talk about me?”
You blinked, caught slightly off guard but then your expression softened, a smile pulling at your lips. “You’re my boyfriend,” you said easily. “Of course I do.”
That didn’t seem to settle him. His jaw tightened just a little. “Do you say I’m a sweetheart?” he pressed. “Or do you say I’m a freak?”
“Larry ”
You shifted, pushing him back gently until you were both sitting up properly on his bed, facing each other now.
He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I’m just… curious if they know you like me the same way I’ve been liking you.”
The words came out faster than he meant them to. How much he liked you.
How easy it was to get lost in it every night blurring into the next, the way being around you felt bigger than anything he could really explain. He'd stepped into something he didn’t fully understand, but didn’t want to leave either.
You leaned in slightly, your voice steady when you spoke. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I’m not proud of you,” you said, eyes locked on his. “Because I am. There’s nobody else I could imagine being with.”
Something in his shoulders eased but only a little.
“I don’t mean to sound like a jerk about it,” he muttered, glancing down before looking back at you. “I’ve talked to Sal about you and stuff and ” he let out a short breath, almost laughing at himself. “The way you mess me up? It’s… a lot. In a good way, I think. I just ” He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”
then your face broke into the biggest, most ridiculous smile. “Stop,” you said, already moving, already closing the distance.
You practically launched yourself at him, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as you knocked him back slightly, sprawled over him now.
“Stop being the cutest person ever,” you mumbled into him. “You’re gonna make me cry.”
He let out a surprised laugh, hands coming up automatically to hold onto you.
“…So that’s a yes?” he teased, softer now.
You pulled back just enough to look at him, still close, still holding on.
“That’s a very obvious yes,” you said. “I know you don’t really hang around my crowd of people but they’re all probably done with me not shutting up about you”
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