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~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Larry x Reader Fic~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TW: Slight use of drugs will be used in this fic

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Larry was having one of those days again. The day was moving by slower than it was supposed to, drifting in and out to sleep as he attempted to complete the semester's midterm before spring break. As time ticked and ticked, the more pissed he got looking at the numbers on his paper til he couldn't take it anymore.

"Can I go to the nurse I'm not feeling the best," he said quickly raising his hand.

The teacher, who was as ready to leave for the break as everyone else shook his head.

Larry quickly got up from his seat and nearly speed-walked out of the silent room into the school halls. With this, he could take a painful sigh of relief. He couldn't focus with his mind in a panic. He needed to calm his mind for a brief moment. Hopefully, the teacher wouldn't notice he was gone for too long. He made his way down the halls to the janitor's closet. Just as he opens the door he's shocked to see a small figure curled up in the corner next to the paper toilets, rolling a blunt.

The figure looked up at Larry, sharing his shock but soon sighing in relief as he closed the door behind him.

"That better not be my secret stash," his whisper was harsh but playful

"Of course not~," dragging your words as you pull out ur lighter "Wanna puff?"

"You're going to ask me if I want a puff of my own shit in my secret hiding spot?"

"Well if you put it that way-"

"Just hand me the stupid blunt," he laughs as he sits down next to the dirty mop and playfully snatches the blunt and lighter from you. "I reckon you're having a shitty day too?"

"Oh, boy don't I have a story to tell you!" You stood up in the cramped little closet telling the story about how you've been going through a runt with your art teacher about your art group project and how Travis, one of your group partners, was making a problem. Larry sat and listened to it all, nodding his head as smoke filled the cramped room.

He always thought it was funny how you always had to stand up and move around to tell a story, the way you pouted when you were upset, everything about you tickled his brain in a funny way. Maybe it was the smoke, he thought so many times. But the more he spent time with you the more that funny thought turned into something more, something stronger, something that for the past few months he has finally realized. At that moment in time, he wondered what you both could be.

...

"-LARRY!"

"Huh," he quickly snapped out of his thoughts, soon realizing that you were leaning in front of him snapping your fingers in his face.

"Were you even listening?" You frowned

"Oh yeah of course! Yeah, Travis, total dickhead-" Larry stopped as you giggled, and lightly grabbed the blunt between his lips.

"I think you've had enough of this," you giggled as you slipped the blunt between your own. "So why are you here, don't you have a midterm today?" You say as you try to flip your lighter struggling.

And at that moment something happened. Larry didn't know what, but he felt something. That weird itchy feeling in his chest grew stronger and it wasn't from the smoke. He knew. He always knew. But the words never slipped out his mouth the right way.

"Oh umm... just... math test, yeah math test."

"Guessing you couldn't focus?"

"Yep."

"Well that's understandable," Take one more puff before standing up and handing it back to Larry. "Just don't stay in here for too long."

"Wait you're leaving already."

"Yeah, I have to head back before the teacher begins to wonder where I am."

"Oh," he sighs as you reach and twist the handle of the door.

"Awwwww, is lil Lar-Bare gonna miss me," you mimic in a baby-like tone

"Fuck you," he yells as he grabs a dirty cloth and throws it at you but not before you close the door, leaving the damp cloth slide down the door. Leaving him with himself and himself alone.

He sighed looking down at the blunt he had given back to you. The itchy feeling was getting worse by the day. Every day that he saw you the feeling always got worse. And knowing that information scared the shit out of him.

He liked you. Liked really, really liked you. Yet every time that those words came to mind, he pushed them away not giving them a second thought. But now the slightest thought of you drove him crazy, nuts even.

Before those thoughts took over again he quickly took another puff hoping the smoke would help with his overriding mind. Yet as he took his puff he quickly began coughing, from such a strong inhale. He coughed and coughed hoping that the sting would go away in his chest but it only got worse. Causing something to come up from his throat in sharp pain. Quickly spitting it out on the tile floor of the closet. Catching his breath he looked over to what he had and regurgitated, to his shock he found something unusual.

Two red rose petals covered in saliva on the floor

"What tha-"

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Okay so IK i have a fic I'm already working on a a Bunnydoll fic along with a like a TADC AU but I had to post this because before I even had this account I had another account that was created like 2 years ago and it had this fic on it, but SOME HOW it was deleted (that was like 3 years ago when I was super into sally face)

I honestly was turn this into a drawing and/or a like a full story

I love the art style of @Miss_Mio_ and wanted to pay homage to the way he draws Sawyer with this little drawing. Hope you like it!!!!!

For @Miss_Mio_

I got more Amzing digital circus on mine but I'm about to make so many post about sally face YOU DON'T KNOW

Reblog if you’re a Sally face fan so I can stalk your blog

Is this fandom still alive?

alternate ending

returns from the dead to offer jude n kate skrunklies

reference/original from twitter (@/lilalienz4ever)

I-

No this is me this is me all the way

GANGLE

Huh