Larry Johnson M.list

larry johnson m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ rainy day hc

summary: how they feel on a rainy day

❥ blind reader hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: self explanitory.

❥ caring for a f! reader ✧

summary: platonic carning for a reader.

❥ celebrating readers birthday ☁︎

summary: celebrating their gfs birthday

❥ reader in a wheelchair hcs ✧ ☁︎

summary: pretty self explanitory

❥ watercolour ☁︎

summary: larry works long and hard on a painting

sally face m.list

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

↳ sal fisher

↳ larry johnson

↳ ashley campbell

↳ todd morrison

↳ travis phelps

↳ maple cohen

↳ chug cohen

EEEEE HI HELLO

CAN I UHHHHHH.,.,. REQUEST DOLL X READER WHO LIKE. ALSO SPEAKS RUSSIAN..,.,??

(Reader can be any gender)

(you don't have to btw!!)

a/n: watch me fail the little activity spark i got going right now.

character: doll

𝜗𝜚⋆ i think this could be used for both casual conversation and evil a like.

𝜗𝜚⋆ like you two could be having a public conversation about plotting murder but to the other worker drones? it would be like a plain monday at school.

𝜗𝜚⋆ you two would be partners in crime frfr

𝜗𝜚⋆ if you are involved with her and her absolute solver plans, you two would easily work off one another

𝜗𝜚⋆ poor lizzy, like? you and doll talking russian while she has no clue what you to are talking about.

𝜗𝜚⋆ ik i said you two would be partners in crime, but she'd probably still be independant and untrusting.

𝜗𝜚⋆ girl is still self reliant

𝜗𝜚⋆ overall? evil and chaotic.

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I N F E C T E D

a/n: this is just pure angst. i swear to you. also, reqs are open, give me ideas x

characters: sal fisher

tw: death, murder

There you were, just in the kitchen of your parent's old apartment. It was nice of them to give you it while you were doing further post secondry study.

Sure, Addison Apartment's weren't the nicest place. But this old building is very dear to you, afterall this is where you met the love of your life and most of your current friends.

As you were reaching for some food to put in to the pot, your eyes fall upon the picture frame. It was of you and Sal. It was a old picture, but it was a nice one. It was of prom, Sal was your prom date. He went despite not wanting to go.

You couldn't hear much, due to music playing while you cooked. But the second you turned around, you saw Sal. But, something wasn't quite right.

❛ Sal? ❜

Your hands grabbed the counter behind you. It's not that you didn't trust him, you trusted your partner with all your life. But something didn't quite seem the same. It was his eyes.

❛ What are you doing? Are you okay? ❜

Your voice had wavered. You weren't okay. How could you possibly be okay in this scenario? Larry was dead, Sal wasn't acting like he usually did.

❛ I'm sorry. ❜

Those were the only words that graced his lips. The only words he's spoken this whole interaction.

❛ For what? ❜

❛ If you were in my position, you'd do the same. ❜

He looked down. Not wanting to face your gaze. He pulled out a bloodied knife from his sweater. Who's blood was it? You didn't know. But your heart beat heightened at him coming closer while brandishing the knife.

❛ Sal! Get away from me! ❜

You screamed, pushing off the counter and running off to seek shelter in your apartment. To call for help.

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N I G H T M A R E

a/n: i just love sal. thats it.

character: sal fisher

!SPOILERS AHEAD!

It was the dead of night, not a single sound through the apartment. All was calm and quiet. Sal was happily wrapped up in his lover's embrace. His glass eye in his cup of water, alongside his prosthetic face.

The clock had just struck midnight, thats when he started to stir. In his dreams he was living out what he thought was the worst possible moment of his life.

In his dreams, it was a nightmare. One of when he was younger. One of that man with the dog mask. The shotgun in the man's hands.

You had woken up to his frantic rambles and tossing side to side. Safe to say, you were concerned.

❛ You're okay. I got you. ❜

You whispered to the blue haired boy. Your fingertips gently soothing him as they ran across the scarred side of his face. You saw his eye open, the blue iris looking up at you.

❛ Did you want to talk about it? I'm here for you. Always am. ❜

You asked only to be greeted by a sleepy head shake. His face just nuzzled further into you. He just wanted your affection and soothing words to calm his fears. To calm the whirlwind of thoughts in his brain.

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michael afton m.list

☁︎ Fluff ꩜ Angst

✧ Platonic ☔︎︎ Sad

❥ guilt ꩜ ☔︎︎

summary: helping michael after bite of 83' drabble

tw: death, implied depression