Three peas in a fucked up pod.//Larry Johnson x Reader x Sal Fisher

Heavy metal, weed, and heavy hearts.

⚠️//TW! Violence and mentions of abuse !TW//⚠️
"Here. Don't smoke it all tonight. I'll sneak you more tomorrow." My brother, B/N, tossed a bag of weed to me.
"Kay, thanks. I'm gonna head down to Lar's." I picked up the weed and my prosthetic face before shoving the weed in my pocket and putting on my mask.
"Alright, have fun getting high and listening to metal." B/N waved me off.
I walked out the door and towards the elevator. Once inside I took a deep breath and sighed.
I've been friends with Larry Johnson since before I could remember. He's been there through everything, and I've been there for him. We've been through a lot of shit together and it probably shows as we're always hanging out. Larry knows that my dad mentally abuses me and my two siblings. He knows my dad hits my brother, but not me. The prosthetic mask is for my severe dislike of my face, to cover up the bruises, and to keep my dad from hurting me because I look like my mom.
Thankfully I got permission from the principal to wear it in school.
I put in my keycard for the basement. On the way down I looked myself in the reflection of the doors. I stared at my black mask. Over the years people have made fun of me so many times for it, but I love my mask. It keeps me sane. I looked at my bangs that framed the mask that hid my bruises and scars.
The doors opened and I stepped through into the cold basement. I pulled my hood over my head and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my R/C Sanity's Fall hoodie as I walked down the hallway to Larry's apartment.
I heard the rock music coming from inside the apartment and decided to just walk in. Lisa told me I could just walk in any time. She knew I didn't like being home and how my dad was like. She was nice about it when I told her I didn't want to go to the police about it, she told me that I could crash here any time I needed and that the door was always open in case I needed to escape my apartment.
I closed the door behind me and walked towards Larry's room. As I got closer, the music got louder. I could hear the lyrics now.
"F/S, is he trying to make me feel better before I even walk in?" I said to myself before opening the door and walking in.
Larry was head banging to the beat of the music and kinda zoned out as I could tell.
I closed the door before pulling down my hood and taking off my mask. I've been friends with Larry for a long time, I was comfortable enough with Larry to take it off and not feel self conscious. I set down my mask on his nightstand and sat on his bed. I tapped my foot to the rhythm and let myself get lost in the music.
After about a minute I felt the mattress dip beside me and an arm wrap around my shoulders. It snapped me out of my trance and I looked over at Larry. He was smiling at me comfortingly and I smiled back. The music that was previously blaring was now playing softly in the background of our little moment. After a few seconds of staring at each other I pulled out the bag of weed my brother gave me and showed it to Larry.
A few minutes later, here we are, smoking weed and talking about random shit. After a bit I broke down and told Larry about my dad's latest insults that really got to me. He just pulled me close and rubbed my shoulder as he listened to my broken words through my sobs. Eventually I fell asleep. That's how it always goes, and I'm fine with it. Larry helps me forget. Larry takes care of me and picks up the broken pieces when others won't. He lets me steal his shirts and hoodies for the sake of me feeling safe at home. He is my light in the dark, my savior, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
When I woke up I was laying on Larry's chest and we were cuddling. At some point I must've changed into his red hoodie because he wasn't wearing it, instead he opted for his regular Sanity's Fall shirt. I guess he didn't need the hoodie since we were under his blankets and huddled together. I studied his face as he slept. He was so relaxed and looked so much younger.
I know he isn't the most attractive guy in school, but to me he's perfect. He doesn't need to change. I will never admit this to anyone, but I love him. I love Larry Johnson, the stoner metal head that lives in the basement of Addison Apartments with his mom. He is one of the things that is keeping me anchored. He picks up my broken pieces and fixes me even if it is for only a little while. We take care of each other, him taking care of me more than me taking care of him. I feel at home with him and I'm not ashamed of it.
After a while of thinking I drifted back into a dreamless sleep....or so I thought. At first I didn't know what the dream was about. But I saw a guy, with blue hair, a prosthetic white mask, pigtails, black shirt, red ripped jeans, blue converse, and blue eyes.
"Hi, I'm Sal Fisher. My friends call me Sally face." The boy spoke.
Everything is so vivid. I knew that it was a prophetic dream, I'd have them once in a while when something life changing was going to happen.
"I'm Y/N L/N." I introduced myself.
"Is yours a prosthetic too?" Sal asked.
"Yea. Mines more for my sanity than anything else." I answered.
"Oh, mine's for an accident that happened in my childhood." Sal commented.
We were sitting in Larry's room with Sanity's Fall playing in the background. Suddenly the dream jumped to a scene where me and Larry were making out and Sal walked in and just sat and watched.
The kiss got even more heated and Larry gripped my waist. But before I could see any more it jumped to a different part of the future.
My dad was holding me by the collar of my shirt and screaming at me in my face. I could smell the booze and cigarettes on his breath. I felt like throwing up, I held back tears because of a stinging on my face. I stared at him with fear in my eyes when he decided he'd 'teach me how to listen'.
He threw me to the ground. My little sister tried to stop my dad but he just got angrier. He was about to hit her when I jumped up and shoved him back.
This made it worse for me but I didn't care. He pulled out a box cutter from his pocket and shoved me back onto the floor. He gripped my throat and pressed the knife to my face. The pain was excruciating. I let out a strained scream as he carved up my face. After making sure that it looked like an animal attacked me he still wasn't satisfied. He took the knife and cut out my eye.
"That'll teach you a lesson. Now no boy will ever love you. Not with that ugly face." My dad spoke.
I woke up to Larry shaking me awake and tears streaming down my face. I reached up to feel my face and it was normal, only a few bruises.
"Oh thank god!" Larry breathed, pulling me into a hug.
I was processing the fact that I was here, in reality, with Larry. As soon as I processed that it was a dream I broke into sobs and buried my face in Larry's shoulder.
Larry hushed me and stroked my hair, "it was just a nightmare. I'm right here. It's okay."
I just sobbed and held on to Larry as if my life depended on it. Larry just let me sob into his shoulder and held me, stroking my hair and speaking soft, comforting words to try and calm me down.
I know that it was just a dream but it's different with prophetic dreams. I have no idea when these events will occur and it scares me. Not all prophetic dreams put things in the order they'll happen.
For now I'll hold Larry tight and hope for the best.