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everyone say “hi larry”
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everyone say “hi larry”
ASHLEY ART!! ⟢ ︶︶
I love my unproblematic wife 💜💜💜
Hello again Subway!! I have a Sally face req this time! It's been a while asked, but I wanted to have a Larry x Gender neutral reader!
Maybe Larry takes them on a "friendly" hangout session. But it's literally just a date. He insists that friends are super close, until well.. you two hold hands or do whatever cute cheesy romantic thing that teens do. —🥫
A/N: YES OMG THIS IS AN IDEA I'VE HAD FOR A MINUTE ACTUALLY
i finally got to it :3
+ first Sally Face request so yay
I maybe perhaps added in a little sliver of angst because well, I couldn't help it.
PAIRING: Larry x Reader (Sally Face)
GENRE: fluff (w a tiny sprinkling of angst just because)
WC: 1.9k
SYNOPSIS: Larry Johnson is your best friend. The only issue is, there's some tension between the two of you. It's clear to everyone else around you that you want to be more. One day, while you're hanging out "as friends", the tension snaps.
Mild CW, the F slur is used at some point midway through the fic, I'd advise against reading it if that makes you super uncomfortable.
divider by @cafekitsune
Just a Friend To You
You and Larry are best friends. Of course, you're second to Sal, but that's to be expected, the pair are basically brothers. It seems though, that even Sal is being neglected in favor of you lately.
You heard the rumors around school, of course you did, but you didn't care to dispute them, nobody would believe you. Everyone always believed what they wanted to. What they thought the truth was. And they thought the truth was that you and Larry were dating.
You weren't opposed to the idea, really.
You didn't hate it when he'd hold your hand walking through the halls. "because your shitty sense of direction could get you lost anywhere", he said. You went to this school for three years now, it wasn't like you could get lost if you tried.
You didn't ever correct him.
You liked holding his hand.
Today, in particular, the two of you were sitting by the edge of Lake Wendigo, chatting like you usually did. You hadn't spent this much time alone with him before, it felt so... personal. It felt like something foreign. You had crushes before, but not like this. And the worst part of it all?
You were just his friend.
That was all you'd ever be to him, and it killed you.
His best friend.
It pained you to think that he would never want to take you to prom, never want to spend a late night cuddling you, never want to kiss you on New Years Eve... You couldn't say anything. Could never tell him that you wanted that, wanted him.
"--And then there was this big ass Velociraptor, right?" You zone back in to what Larry was saying. What the fuck was he even saying?!
"What?"
"I know, right?! And I was like-"
"No, Larry, I mean what were we talking about?"
"You weren't listening?"
"I was... trying to?"
"You're fuckin buggin." He flicked your forehead with a smirk, causing you to yelp and push him away.
"You're an ass." you huff, but lean back onto his shoulder.
How long have you been here? The sun is going down.
The pair of you sit in silence. It's quiet. Too Quiet. You took your walkman out of your pocket, taking one earbud and giving the other to him. It was a slow, shitty love song that Larry would never listen to on his own time... but he didn't complain.
You end up closer than you were a moment ago as you watch the sun. You took your walkman out of your pocket, taking one earbud and giving the other to him.
Your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
His arms around your waist, grounding you.
It felt familiar, even if it wasn't.
The music crackled faintly through the cheap earbuds, the tape inside your walkman whirring like it might give up on life at any second. The singer crooned something painfully dramatic about forever and broken hearts, and you were pretty sure Larry would normally roast the hell out of it.
But he didn’t.
He just leaned back on his hands, letting you rest against him, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist like it had always belonged there.
The lake reflected the orange glow of the sinking sun, the water rippling gently whenever the wind passed over it. It was the kind of quiet that made everything feel heavier than it should. You focused on the rhythm of Larry’s heartbeat beneath your ear. Steady. Warm. Real. Your brain, unfortunately, refused to shut up.
He probably does this with everyone. No he doesn’t. Ash probably gets hugs like this all the time. Okay but this is different. Stop thinking about it.
Larry shifted slightly beside you. “Whatcha thinking about?"
You frowned. “What?”
“You get all stiff when you're thinking too hard.” He tapped your side lightly. “Like your brain is buffering.”
“My brain does not buffer.”
“It absolutely buffers.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. “You’re such a jerk,” you muttered.
“Yeah, yeah.”
His fingers drummed lazily against your side in rhythm with the music. Not even a full song later, he spoke again. “Song’s kinda depressing.”
You snorted. “It’s romantic.”
“Same difference.”
“Wow. You’re emotionally stunted.”
He gasped in fake offense. “Excuse you. I have emotions.”
You sighed, glancing over to him. "Yeah, I know. You're every depressed teen boy ever."
He rolled his eyes, "My paintings aren't depressing."
"Not all of them."
"Your songs are more depressing."
You laughed into his chest and felt him chuckle too, the sound rumbling through him.
The sun dipped lower, the sky started turning purple at the edges. You didn’t want to move. This moment felt fragile somehow, like if you acknowledged it too much it would break.
Larry tilted his head slightly, the movement brushing his hair against yours, “you’ve been weird today.”
Your stomach dropped.
“Have not.”
“Have too.”
You lifted your head just enough to look up at him. “How?”
He squinted at you like he was analyzing a puzzle.
“You keep staring at me.”
Your face heated immediately. “I do not!”
“You do.”
“I literally don’t.”
“You literally do.”
“I literally don’t!”
“You literally were like--” he made an exaggerated wide-eyed face at you.
You smacked his shoulder. “Shut up!”
He laughed, loud and unbothered, “you’re such a freak,” he said fondly.
You groaned and buried your face back into his chest. Great, now he definitely knew something was up.
Silence settled again, but it felt different this time. Thicker, maybe? Maybe it was just that your thoughts kept circling the same miserable conclusion. You were just friends. Just a friend to him. Being his friend should have been enough for you, really, but god damn it did you need more.
Friends didn’t usually sit like this at sunset with slow love songs playing in their ears. Friends didn’t hold each other like this. Friends didn’t make your heart feel like it was trying to beat its way out of your ribcage.
You squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe the rumors at school were right. Maybe everyone already believed you were dating because this whole thing looked exactly like dating, except it wasn’t because Larry never said anything. Never hinted at it. Never--His thumb started rubbing small circles on your side absentmindedly. Your brain short-circuited. Okay, you were going to die.
You were absolutely going to die right here. You were about to be another corpse found at this God forsaken lake.
Larry spoke again: “Hey.”
“Mm?”
“You ever think about prom?”
“…why?”
He shrugged. “Dunno. Overheard Travis complaining about it earlier. Said he needs to 'get away from all these fags'."
You snorted. “Travis needs therapy.”
“Also true.”
You waited. He didn’t say anything else, and so the silence stretched. Naturally, your brain immediately filled in the worst possible conclusion: He’s probably taking someone. Or someone’s taking him. Or he just doesn’t care.
“Are you going?” you finally asked.
“Probably.”
“Oh.” You tried to sound normal.
“So… do you have someone you’re going with?”
“Nah.”
Relief hit you so hard you nearly sat up.
“You?”
“No.”
“You could get a date easy.”
You scoffed. “No I couldn’t.”
“Yeah you could.”
“No.”
“Yeah.”
“Larry.”
“What?”
“You’re biased.”
“How?”
“You’re my friend.”
“And?”
“You’re legally obligated to say nice things.”
“That’s not how friendship works.”
“Sure it is.”
“You’re cool. Someone would go with you.”
You sighed, “maybe.”
The lake water lapped softly against the rocks.
Your chest felt tight, the words were sitting right there in your throat, All you had to do was say them but if you said them and he didn’t feel the same... everything would change. You might lose this, you might lose him.
And you couldn’t handle that, so you kept quiet.
The tape clicked as the song ended and the next one started. Another love song, of course.
Larry groaned.
“Your music sucks.”
“You suck.”
“Play something cooler.”
“This is cool.”
“This is sad.”
“You’re sad.”
“Wow.”
You smiled faintly.
“You’re still listening to it though.”
“Yeah ‘cause if I move you’ll fall over.”
“I will not.”
“You absolutely will.”
You huffed, about to say something before you noticed something. Your fingers were tangled with his, you didn’t even remember grabbing his hand. Your stomach flipped. He hadn’t pulled away. In fact, he squeezed your hand slightly, and your brain completely melted.
Larry blinked at you. “…you good?”
You sat up quickly, surprising both Larry and yourself. “Be my boyfriend,” you blurted out, the words leaving your mouth before you could even process what you were saying.
Silence. Complete silence. Larry stared at you. You stared at him. The lake rippled quietly behind you. The music in the background wasn't helping the tension.
“…what?” he said.
Your soul left your body. “Oh my god,” you exclaimed, panic flooding your brain. “Wait—no—ignore that—” You buried your face in your hands. “Forget I said that.” Your heart was racing, you couldn’t breathe. “I didn’t mean it like-- I mean I did mean it but like not like that-- I mean-- I’m so sorry. That was so weird. Just pretend I didn’t say anything--”
“Wait.”
Larry’s voice cut through your rambling. Slowly, you peeked at him through your fingers. He looked… confused. Not upset, but confused.
“You want me to be your boyfriend?” he said slowly.
Your face was burning. “I take it back.”
“Why?”
“Because that was insane.”
“…was it?” He tilted his head.
“Yes!”
“You literally just asked me out.”
“I know!”
“And now you’re undoing it.”
“Yes!”
“That seems inefficient.”
You groaned again.
“Larry please just forget it happened.”
He scratched the back of his neck, thinking.
“Wait.”
You braced for rejection.
“I mean,” he said slowly, “I do want to be your boyfriend.”
Your brain stopped functioning. “…what?”
He shrugged casually like he hadn’t just detonated your entire existence. “Yeah.”
“Yeah??”
“Yeah.”
“Larry.”
“What?”
“You’re saying that way too casually.”
“What do you want me to do? Drop to one knee?” he snickered.
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Well you kinda ambushed me,” he pointed out.
“I didn’t mean to!”
“You kinda did.”
You stared at him for a short moment that felt like it stretched on for the entire sunset, “…you actually want to?”
He looked at you like the answer was obvious, “dude,” he nudged your shoulder.
“You’ve been basically dating me for like… months.”
“I have not!”
“You have.”
“No I haven’t!”
“You hold my hand in the halls.”
“You hold my hand!”
“Same difference.”
“You hug me constantly!”
“You hug me too!”
“That’s different!”
“How?!”
You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.
“…shut up.”
“You’re so dramatic.” Larry laughed. Laughing at you just like he usually would.
"I... Wait."
“Yeah?”
“…are you actually my boyfriend now?”
He thought for a secondd, then shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “That’s the least romantic response I’ve ever heard.”
He grinned, “what, you wanted confetti?”
“…maybe a little.”
Larry leaned over and bumped his forehead lightly against yours. “Fine,” his voice softened slightly, “I wanna be your boyfriend. Better?”
“…yeah.”
The two of you sat there for a moment.
“Also I call prom.” he added all too casually.
You blinked, “You what?”
“I’m taking you.”
You felt your face heat again, “…okay.”
Larry smirked. “Cool.”
The music kept playing softly through the earbuds. The sky had turned deep purple now, stars starting to appear.
Larry slipped his hand back into yours like it had always belonged there. This time neither of you pretended it meant nothing.
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the forever-troubled boys extracted from my fic..
TW: edgy shirt
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A/n: I need more ideas cause I feel like my brain is blank 😨
Ily pookies 🎀
Sal Fisher x male!reader
Idk if I've posted this, but here is a master peice
ALSO IM SORRY HIS MASK IS FUCKED
FIRST SALLY FACE POST!!! I know, I’m late to the fandom. But 🤷🏻 ya know…just some cute fluffy Sally Face headcanons about reader’s first kiss with Sal, Larry and Ash. Just can’t stop thinking about kissing them…🫠 ENJOY!
First Kiss 💋