Sally Face x Reader [Oneshots]

Larry x FTM Reader

CW: F-slur as a joke between 2 homosexuals

"Dude, you suck at this game," I scoff as I waltz into Larry's room.

"Shut up, at least I knock before entering people's rooms," Larry chuckles from his bed, eyes still glued to the screen in front of him. 

"You know what the problem is? You're worshipping Javier and John instead of Lenny. If you worshipped Lenny, you wouldn't be complete and utter trash at Red Dead 2," I tell Larry, climbing over his body to lay down on his bed beside him.

"Shut up, man. Javier-"

"Javier smells like cornflakes and tap water. You're girlbossing a little too close to the sun," I warn him. 

"Whatever. At least I don't simp for Trelawny," Larry pauses the game and tosses his controller aside. 

"Ew, do people actually simp for him?" I wrinkle my nose.

"You'd be surprised," my best friend mumbles, zoning out. Dude's having flashbacks from Vietnam. "Anyway, what's up?"

"I came to return two hoodies in exchange for a pair of sweatpants," I hold out two of three hoodies of his that I have. 

"Fine," Larry sighs and takes the hoodies before tossing a pair of sweatpants from his dresser at me and laying back down next to me.

"Thanks," I grin and pat his head. I know he hates it when I do that, but that just makes it more enjoyable, honestly.

"Duuuude stop," he groans and swats my hand away.

"Duuuude no," I mock him.

"Duuuude shut up," he flicks my forehead. 

"Yes daA- HEY!" I shriek as Larry picks me up with a grunt and tosses me over his shoulder. "Put me down!"

"You lost your 'Larry's apartment privileges.' We're going to your place now whether you like it or not," he sighs.

"Fine. Wait, not fine. I have to hide some stuff before you barge in," I try not to let any panic show in my voice, but I don't think I'm doing an amazing job.

"Like what? I'm not gonna judge you for like- I don't know, drugs?" Larry laughs and sets me down when we reach my apartment door.

"Seriously, just gimme a second," I tell him earnestly. "It's not drugs."

I try to slip through the door without letting him in, but unfortunately, I'm not slick enough. He catches the door with his foot and grins down at me like the rat he is.

"This is payback for barging in my room, bro. Now I get to barge in yours," he declares and once again tosses me over his shoulder. 

"Larry, I'm not kidding! This isn't funny, man!" I try to push his hand off of my waist, but that did nothing. Lovely, might as well just end things right here, right now.

"Like I said, payback," he slightly digs his fingers into my side so that I won't fall.

"Larry-"

"Shhhh, I'm trying to figure out what you're hiding," he drops me down on my bed and scrutinizes my room.

I bite my lip anxiously and fidget with the clothes I'd just traded for. Too late to go back now.

He snaps his fingers and points at the syringe on my dresser, "You're addicted to heroin."

I struggle to muffle a snicker, "No, dude. There's like four other things in this room that are huge flags. One of them is literally a flag." I point at the trans flag that's a bit hard to see, since it's holding onto a single hook in the corner of my room for dear life.