#im larrying so hard

[s0urfangs]

Larry you have a free will you do NOT have to listen to the mycelial network that tells you rot and decay is 👍👍👍👍👍. You have GOT to stop only having romantic interest in necromancers it's REALLY WEIRD

[rainbowbeanstyles]

don't mind me im just posting some great fics i've been rereading non stop that you have to read🫶

Bulletproof by justahappycloud

No Good Deed (Goes Unpunished) by JasTheLarrie

The Green Room by JasTheLarrie

Of Sunshines and Sweethearts by tippitytap

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet In Time (Is That True For Yours And Mine?) by tippitytap

I Want To Tell You That I Love You (but i can't speak) by tippitytap

my gorgeous, my darling by tippitytap

Golden by sheyla

Desperation Was My Sanctuary by InsightfulInsomniac

i would know you from touch alone by staybeautiful

On The Horizon by FitzAndLarry

wanting you, haunting me by honey_beeing

My Hands at Risk, I Fold by yourgorgeouscolors

Wither & Bloom by The_Dixie_Pixie

Caffeine Withdrawals by corrinebailey

if we make it through december, we'll be fine by penceypansy

different lengths, different stories, all too good!

[halo-stylinson]

ever notice how fetus larry's hugs were always so... stumbly? like they always sort of stumbled into each other's arms and i think thats so cute and precious.

[thekingofspin]

my favourite ghosts episode is the bone plot.

it makes me sob every single time.

humphreys story is so tragic, he tried so hard to make his wife happy and nothing he did was good enough.

he spent his life alone barely able to speak to his wife and now he's dead bc he can't move around with the other ghosts he's still alone. still barely talks to anyone.

people only ever go to him if they want something. just like his wife.

HUMPHREY DESERVES SO MUCH MORE.

[wewerebornsextuplets]

i've said it before but i'll say it again. it is incredible how you're able to write a good oc story, especially one centered around grief and dysfunctional family dynamics. i love kiru as a character a lot and it's almost haunting how much her struggles and growth remind me of myself and what i'm going through. i don't know how much of it you based on your own personal experiences, but it feels good to know people are out there making such fleshed out stories about lived experiences, and it makes me feel less alone knowing this.

OKAY im supposed to be asleep by now (tried and failed and i will try again soon. my schedule is very irregular) but this ask was particularly touching so i really wanted to answer it before bed.

i cannot describe how much it warms my heart that ive been able to help you feel less isolated in your experiences with kiru + her story. i will say that it's a bit far from being a 1:1 to my experiences, but a lot of it Is very much based on either my life or the lives of my relatives and others close to me, so it's definitely quite a personal narrative. i won't lie, writing her story has honestly been very cathartic for me, since i started working on her when i was VERY fresh from a rough patch in my life; at the risk of getting too personal, i was having panic attacks almost every day for a 2-3 month period because of how hard it was for me to grapple with everything. (PLEASE DON'T WORRY IM DOING MUCH BETTER NOW)

writing kirus story has helped me to process a lot of my own emotions and struggles surrounding grief, and in working on her ive made a lot of progress in how i manage myself and handle grief. as a result she's become very personal and important to me. to be able to share that with another person through her and to communicate these things in a way that other people can connect to is something that's made me indescribably happy. we are not alone even if we don't really know one another <3

[courtillyy]

just a little bit of moo and nogla being boyfriends who hate (love) each other. for a treat :)

[autisthottygoth]

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[object44object-moved]

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[kamisama1kiss]

IM SHAKINH PLEADE WTOYE GOR SALLY FACR

YESSS 🫡🫡 I love writing for Sally Face, so this was something I had very fun writing around with🫶🤭

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What would be their type of love language? {Sally Face Headcanons}

~ Sal Fisher ~

Physical touch

- He melts into your touch like a cat laying in the sun.

- He was very awkward with the first touch of anything hugs, kisses, hand holding, cuddles, and so on and so forth.

- Only growing more and more comfort in your overall aura.

- Holding hands or minimum pinky while walking and in public, feeling some sort of safety when having you close and being able to easily reach out if anything.

- This also happens with his lack of physical touch of growing up after his mother's passing.

- When your cuddles give him a sense of stability, even more so when waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. (sadly often so)

- The very first time your hands gently cupped his unmasked face, tears streamed down his face, warmth of someone's touch felt healing after such a long time.

Acts of service

- Loved to do even the simplest of tasks for you

- Would help with folding laundry, wash the dishes, making your bed

- Every task turned into a duo project with him around. He refused to let you do chores or anything in the matter of fact alone.

- You're doing the dishes, he finds out and boom he is next to you drying the dishes

- Even bringing you small little snacks or drinks as he noticed your lack of intake for the day

- Legit, if anything can make your day even just a little easier, he simply just does it.

~ Larry Johnson ~

Quality time

- You want to spend alone time in your room? Think again it's alone time WITH Larry in your room

- Even if there was no speaking or interaction as he could be painting and you doing who knows what

- Knowing you we're there, knowing he isn't alone only made him fall more in love with you. (If that's even possible?)

- Larry has to go to the store for his mother? He will drag you along with him.

- Jumps at any chance to have you by his side, even for a mere moment.

- Of course, if you genuinely need space, he respects it and comes back when you feel better. Just know he'll be a tiny bit clingy for the next hours or so depending on how long the time separated was.

Words of affirmation

- This man has a way with words like no other. It's almost as if he has been practising for this very moment

- Coming up behind you with no warning, giving you a compliment

- Daily reminds you how proud he is of you for doing your absolutely best, knowing there are hard times for everyone at many moments of their life

- When in more of a public places he can come up with a few smaller comments such as "You've truly been helpful all day." Or "Thank you for being here with me" and words such alike these.

- Now, when we talk more of private settings, he'll get more personal and sentimental. "You make every moment we spend feel like a breath of fresh air." Or "I am truly the luckiest boyfriend, with someone like you on my side"

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I've reached over 1000 likes all together with all my posts! I am so very happy and grateful for anyone who has interacted with any of my content 😚🫶

[merethessc]

OP your headcanon about Edgeworth intentionally growing his front bangs out to hide his ears when they blush is EXTREMELY adorable. immaculate. Do you have any other headcanons you’d like to share?

Have a good day.

Yesss OMG hIIIII! im so glad you asked anon!!!! I’VE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THEM FOR SOOO LONG

HC list because I’m crazy (i apologise that they’re pretty much all about the same topic)

(Healthy and working) Wrightworth is only possible during and after SOJ just because both are at the place in their life and mental journey where they'd be able to form an actual working romantic relationship. 

Wright didn't realize that his feelings for Edgeworth were romantic for a pretty long time (I'd say for about aa2-aa3 time). He knew he loved him, sure, but he loves and cares for Maya and Pearls too, Larry to an extent too. He both didn't bother and didn't care hard enough to look deeper into that feeling, he knew he cared about him and that was basically it. Phoenix is “I'm probably bi, but I have a job so idrc about it rn” in my book. And his feelings did start to fade after awhile. ((before of course getting reignited again)) 

Hot take: I dooon't think Miles is ace/autistic. I just think he is THAT dense. Or maybe has some form of personality disorder. His favorite pastime is yearning. (Please Investigations and him mentioning Wright any chance he gets… “everything reminds me of him”)

Missile is alive and well, retired and lives with Gumshoe during SOJ and beyond. Otherwise I'm hurting everyone and myself. 

Maya wrote steel samurai fanfiction during aa trilogy, and since she has a limited circle of male friends a lot of mannerisms for Steel Samurai she took from Nick. Miles, not knowing the author deeply enjoyed those fics and would genuinely start tweaking out anytime Phoenix did something that alined with Steel Samurai’s quirks, thinking that SOMEHOW Phoenix knew abt those fics and purposely tried to tease him about it. Nick, in fact, did not know anything.

Iris was just as crazy and incredibly supportive of Phoenix’s idea to study law, hoping he would be able to save his friend from going down the wrong path, like she could never stop her sister.

Trucy has crippling separation anxiety. She was so afraid when the whole office decided to go to Khura'in thinking she would be left behind again, this time for good. She was DEVASTATED.  

^ To add to this, Edgeworth knew she came along and agreed to basically play along, thinking that trial shouldn't be THAT bad. The second guards entered and held Apollo and Phoenix at gunpoint, he held her close and covered her eyes. 

Existential crisis for Edgeworth since he's now the age at which his father died. His nightmares resurface again but now in a different form, where he's not too comfortable spending time in elevators with a certain defence attorney and his kid. 

During his lowest disbarment moments, after trials that Miles invited him to assist on, Wright would throw out “I don't have any enemies on the prosecution side and I take stairs” anytime Edgeworth would ask him NOT to bring Trucy to court. 

Similar thing with  Maya realising she’s outgrown her big sister.

Pearl actually picks up a job at Shipshape Aquarium as a trainer. I really like the idea of her being pretty good, although she almost never does shows because she's uncomfortable with theatrical and performing in that way, but she's great as a side trainer.

Athena and Trucy taught Pearl how to put makeup on, since Maya doesn't use it much. Sahsa taught all three some performance makeup (Which Trucy was SO thankful for, since she had to learn everything by herself.. mostly. )

Maggey and Gumshoe are surprisingly good with kids and at first two months they would babysit Trucy while Wright recuperated, they're the best audience, assistants, participants and hecklers Trucy could ask for. 

 Initially Phoenix wanted to ghost mostly everyone, but could never do it. (he did jokingly ask Edgeworth for “a little advice” on how to, Miles did not take it kindly.) 

 Edgeworth has stupid habit of lightly tapping on his lips with a pen or a pencil whenever he’s thinking. Realised how weird it is when Phoenix lent him his magatama. 

After getting shot and getting visited by Wright, Franziska couldn’t stop crying after she was all alone. To think that a person she thought was her rival and basically an enemy that wouldn’t show her mercy and any pity thrown her way would be an insult - came in with genuine worry and empathy kinda destroyed her. She even felt bad making fun of his visit, not that she’d ever admit it. 

She's also eighteen. Of course she cried when everyone left. 

Wright had to step aside when they discovered the contents of Inga’s safe besides the notepad. Held his locket extra tight.  

Apollo counts EVERY of his honorary siblings as part of the family (that includes Rayfa and Tobaye). Which makes Wright a proud father of a goddamn football team (Trucy, Pearls, Athena, Apollo, Rayfa, Nahyuta, Ema, Tobaye… and that’s not counting Kay and Eustace)

Edgeworth still struggles with turbulence, after SOJ cutscene Phoenix resitted himself next to Miles, closing the window blinds, as to not to spook himself out. It was done both for moral support of Edgeworth and in case he passed out, Phoenix would catch Trucy. 

There was a moment in time where Wright REALLY wanted to blame Trucy for what happend, but he couldn’t. ((maybe like the first few days, just to make things more convoluted)) 

Phoenix doesn’t trust people with his medicine or drinks. He can only take bottled drinks  or the ones that were prepared right in front of him.

Pearl looks a lot like her mother. If not for the hair. 

Trucy and Pearl got their ears pierced together. Maya gifted Pearl Mia's earrings and helped Phoenix pick a pair for Trucy.

NEVER put Datz and Butz at the same place at the same time. And never dare to even THINK of leaving them alone together. 

No amount of convincing will make me believe that either Wright or Edgeworth work out. These bitches have the most average build possible. 

Kay works as a private investigator on the side, letting the wind take her wherever the truth needs to be found and stolen.

The “honorary” children of Edgeworth and Wright + Maya have a groupchat, where they mostly just make fun of those two and share the latest wrightworth news (when those two FINALLY started making moves). They often kick Trucy out of the chat though, because she tends to react to messages out loud. Loud enough to compete with the cords of steel. Especially often the season of kicking and reinviting starts when they're spying on these two. 

Phoenix wears his beanie over eyebrows because they're one of his telltale signs. 

If Klavier annoys Apollo enough and stands close enough, he gets poked in the stomach. 

Apollo gets a small dragon pendant in memory of Dhurke. Tries picking up guitar lessons (Klavier likes to tease him about it, but at the same time is really supportive when needed). Klavier enjoys joking about how he's already met future mother in law (they're not even dating 😭)

Eustace is a pretty successful prosecutor with a clean record (similar to Payne, who I genuinely like, so it's a compliment). Witnesses genuinely adore him and working with him. Pretty ruthless when it comes to finding the truth though. Still aloof, especially outside of the courtroom, he leaves all of his brain cells there. 

During Khura'in investigations Phoenix was deliberately more touchy and clingy with Edgeworth, exclusively to annoy him after that whole "don't tell me you missed me, Edgeworth" and Miles claiming he mellowed down through the years. He doesn't seem too bothered by this however.

Self indulgent, but since neither of them button up their suits anymore, hands go right under them :p

The idiot trio aka Larry, Miles and Phoenix share some mannerisms, they probably don't even notice the similarities, until Gumshoe or Maya point it out.

Bobby's family misses him.

not a headcanon, but i cry everytime i think about Feys. So imagine aa 3-5 with “come” by  Adrianne Lenker and class of 2013 with the Fey daughters  in general and just cry with me

I'm also filled by PixelPartners playthrough specifically, so the dynamics mostly inspired by their takes.

And here's an excuse to post bad doodles from random times  about these hcs. Have a nice day!!!

[twopoppies]

hi gina! idk if you’ll see this cause it seems you get hundreds of anons but i try not to be intimidated so im here after watching cosmicleeds 2023 timeline and ive only ever heard about larry in passing and people making fun of them so i was surprised to see louis kind of defended harry after his grammy speech? cosmicleeds included an excerpt where he was asked and my q is…. why was he even asked in the first place?? that’s kind of interesting. what were your thoughts when that went down?

Hi, love. I think the guys are often asked about each other (although Harry seems to have much stricter rules about being asked about 1D).

The interview where he spoke about H took place not long after Harry was ridiculed for his Grammys acceptance speech. It was news at the time, so it wasn’t really shocking that Louis was asked. Also, Harry’s name just brings readers So that might have been part of the reason they brought him up.

When Styles won his Grammy awards this month — he collected two and won four Brits — he used his acceptance speech to say that “this doesn’t happen to people like me very often”. This was swiftly ridiculed across social media because of course white men tend to win quite a lot. But what he likely meant was that it doesn’t happen to the product of manufactured boy bands, many of whom have the use-by date of a pint of milk.

“Only Harry knows what he means there, it’s hard to speculate,” Tomlinson says, “but we all came from relatively humble beginnings, and now we are where we are.”

As for my thoughts, I was pissed at people’s reactions to his speech. It was so rude and childish. He really took it with grace (as usual).

But I would think Louis was pleased to be able to clear things up evens little with his comment (and probably would have given them an earful if he’d been able to).

[glitterforashes]

Hey, idk if you’re still active but if you are could you do Larry HC please!

𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

>>>>> heyyy chat so contrary to popular belief i am indeed alive (but barely) and upon remembering i do have a page and multiple people who would like to hear from me i decided to drop a lil single iykwim 🔥. no but on a srs note im sorry for disappearing and I hope u enjoy! thank you for requesting, lovely <3

is the modern day Bob Ross

has so many pairs of jeans with paint and pen marks all over them

regularly walks around with a blunt tucked behind his ear

is actually the sweetest dude ever

is way smarter than you’d think he is

regularly asks to paint you, only to end up painting something completely different

walks you to your classes at school (on accident. you always end up crossing paths and then he starts yapping and forgets you two dont have the same classes and proceeds to have to sprint to make it to his own class on time)

yall first met through the elevator. you were waiting for it, and the doors opened, and he was inside with earbuds in very aggressively playing an air-guitar solo. stood up straight the second he realized you were there and then refused to speak or look at you for the elevator ride. was so embarrassed he wanted to cry. he told Sally about it. Sally laughed at him so hard he started coughing.

you started seeing him around more often after that, and you two became friends

your name in his phone is “Blink” because when you first met all you did was stare at him then blink very slowly.

his name in your phone is “Master of Puppets”. i will not be elaborating

you spend a lot of time in his apartment

his mom has stopped asking if you’ll be over, just asks when so she knows if she needs to make extra supper.

he steals YOUR clothes. if you accidentally leave a tshirt at his place you’ll never see it again

stares unblinkingly at you sometimes. it freaks you out.

“larry. im about to poke you in the eye.”

“oh, my bad dude.”

you two have a best-friends-that-get-asked-if-they’re-dating-constantly-and-say-no-but-would-also-marry-each-other kind of friendship

is a rememberer. remembers every little thing you tell him. you like apples? there will be apples at his place next time for you. you dont like being cold? he turns his ceiling fan off when you come around.

is very attentive, but nobody would ever know because he never comments on what he sees.

you signed him up for Homecoming King elections one year. he did NOT find it as funny as you did.

he won.

the popular kids were pissed.

he was pissed.

you laughed your ass off.

has LED’s in his room. they’re always blue or red.

paints his nails

tried to pierce his own ears once. it didn’t work. he showed up at your door with a stud earrings poking through his earlobe and blood running down his neck.

“larry what the freak did you do.”

“earrings :(“

likes to cuddle once he gets more comfortable with you

if you two are sitting on the couch together, his arm is permanently over the back of it and by default around you in a way

manspreads like no other. its so annoying.

actually is a gentleman and very considerate

doesn’t ever flirt with you too hard or initiate physical touch, lets you do it to avoid making you uncomfortable

is playful

“larry, you’re standing too close.” “scared you’re gonna fall in love?” “you wish.”

once you two are very comfortable around each other he’ll come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder or on top of your head and slink his arms around your waist real lazily.

“whatcha doin?” “minding my business.”

at first, if you stayed the night, he’d sleep on the floor despite your protests and let you sleep in his bed.

now you two share his bed, and occasionally wake up with your legs tangled together.

loves being little spoon even though he would never tell anybody but you that fact.

bagel bite enthusiast.

larry chucked a sweater at you as you sat on his bed, poised and rigid, trying to be a good model for his still-life portrait of you. “what’s this for?” you asked. although majority of his body was hidden behind the canvas, you could see the slight movements of his arms and shoulders as he moved the paint brush across the scene. “you’re shivering.” he stated shortly, clearly in focus mode. although you didn’t know how he could manage to focus so diligently with Sanity Falls blaring from his record player and filling every crevice of the room.

“sorry.” you said, quickly tugging the sweater on then re-assuming your previous pose. you didn’t know why you agreed to model for him every time he asked. zero out of ten times has the portrait ever actually turned out to be a portrait of you. once, he literally made you pose for an hour just to end up painting a picture of himself riding a unicorn. you were pretty sure he had smoked a little more than his body weight could handle that day. his brown eyes peeked from over the canvas every so often, observing you, which you didn’t mind. larry had probably seen more of your body than you cared to admit, or realize, considering you two felt more than comfortable changing in front of each other and sleeping with just tshirts and underwear on in the same room.

it felt like hours had passed before you saw larry rise from his seat on the stool, his knees and elbows popping loudly as he stretched. “alright. the genius has concluded his work.” he smirked, glancing at you through his lashes. “larry, i don’t even think you know how to spell concluded.” you teased as you followed his lead, standing and stretching and groaning as your muscles began to loosen again.

“so, what creature did you paint this time?” you walked towards him but he grabbed the canvas and held it close to him, squinting his eyes at you. “uhm, you can’t see it.” he said sassily. “uhm, ‘i cant see it’ my left nut! i just sat and posed for two hours dude, let me see!” you advanced on him and reached your hand out to grab the canvas but he ducked away, extending an arm out to keep you at a distance. “okay! fine, but you have to stand there,” he pointed to a spot a few steps away, “and close your eyes.”

you pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips as you dramatically took a few steps back and closed your eyes. “gosh, how atrocious could it be if i need to close my eyes first?” you said. usually, he’d chuckle or laugh, but he didn’t this time. you heard some rustling and then a beat of silence before he said, “okay, open them.”

you opened your eyes and your hands immediately flung to your mouth, covering it as your eyes widened. in front of you was larry, in all his messy-haired, paint-splattered-jean, muscle tank top glory holding a painting of you. a hyper-realism painting of you. he managed to fit *every* detail into it, capturing every dip and curve and mark on your face. the painting only went from your shoulders and up, but that alone had you on the verge of tears.

“larry..” you mumbled, taking a step forward to examine it closer. he even managed to note the small freckles you had, so small that you forgot you even had them sometimes. “do you like it?” he asked quietly, his demeanor starting to change from nervous to insecure. “yes!” you said quickly. “yes, yes i love it! it’s beautiful.” you said. you stepped forward and took the painting gently from his hands and placed it on the easel before launching your arms around his nape, falling into an easy hug as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist and rested his cheek on top of your head.

“thank you.” you said quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome.” you two stood like that for a bit, neither of you ready nor feeling the need to break the hug, when you felt him mumbling against your hair. “huh?” you said. he lifted his chin and repeated, “c-o-n-c-l-u-d-e-d. concluded.”

one, two, three beats of silence before you were giggling and slapping his shoulder, looking up at his smug and smiling face. “oh whatever! you probably googled that. that’s why you told me to close my eyes.” “oh you wish! don’t be bitter cause im smarter than you.” “you could only dream of being smarter than me.” you smiled, shaking your head with laughter. your laughter turned into a lazy grin as you rocked your bodies side to side, looking at his face. “seriously, thank you.” “no problem.” he said. you turned your head away from him to glance behind you at the painting. it wasn’t until then that you noticed a very small, very enthusiastic stick-figure rendition of larry in the corner of the canvas holding up a flower. you decided you wouldn’t tell him you noticed as you smiled again, wondering how you managed to make a friend like him.

[thesiltverses]

This is a very niche question but I can't help but wonder if Devlin was named after the english judge Lord Devlin? I'm seeing some connections to his paternalist values and belief in upholding a "common public morality" even in the context of purely private acts... but maybe im reaching!

I hadn't heard of Lord Devlin until you mentioned him so I don't think so!

Someone asked me a while back about the name and I couldn't remember exactly how it came about. At some point I think I'd been reading a book about the 1961 Western-backed overthrow and murder of Patrice Lumumba in the Congo, and one of the chief players was CIA station chief Larry Devlin, a guy whose role in the coup and lucrative business relationship with the ensuing strongman regime really epitomised the spirit of 'clownish, reactive and petty profiteer playing the part of an Objective-Minded Man of Action Who Makes The Hard Decisions For The Good Of All' which makes up much of the political satire in the show.

So I thought that might have been the inspiration, but it's also possible that I'm making that up after the fact and it's just a coincidence!

[wewerebornsextuplets]

i need to lock in on attacks but... comic ideas......... AURGHH

[geordikisser]

comforting you! | tanner + larry

epilogue: my last post i made hcs on the boys and i want to continue on these two lovely ladies.. basically these two are terrible with they’re words and say something that offend you.

♥︎ isaac, softwilly & yumi ver. !

content contains! slight angst :^, poor spanish .. D-:

⤷ gender isn’t specific! (gender neutral.)

♡ larry: he stops within his tracks when he realized what he said to you. you furrowed your brows as you felt your heart sink instantly. he starts waving his hands around anxiously, “no no no!! mi amor! i-i didn’t mean it like that!” he takes a step towards you, gently holding your hand. “larry..” you whimpered softly, your breath hitching holding back heavy emotion. “no no, i’m so sorry baby oh my god.” he smiles weakly as it drops instantly when he sees a tear fall down your cheek. “oh mi dulce bebe. sit, sit with me.” he guided you to the couch, sitting you down with him. “mírame, cariño.” he murmurs, his gentle gaze meeting your distorted one. his heart aches. “i’m so sorry, babe. i didn’t realize it came off that way.” he hums as he pulls your hands from your face.

“can you tell me this, my love?” he asked. you look up, your gaze softening. “what upset you? was it how i said it? or was it what i said?” you look away, shying away from answering. you lean into him as you shudder, feeling his arms around you. “it’s what was said.” you answer, shuffling in your seat. he hums in response and nods as he rocks you back and forth. “lo siento mucho mi dulce bebé.” he kisses your head and shakes you as he does, chuckling as he hears you groan. his small laugh leaving you smitten. “i was just jokin’, pranking even. i never meant for you to take it to heart, ever.”

♡ tanner: your eyes are filled with tears as tanners mouth is agape with what he said. “babe?” he lifted his hand to each for you and you shy away quickly. “oh.” he gulps harshly as you fall back onto the bed, your breath hitching. you hold onto yourself as you see tanner in front of you. he sits besides you after a good 30 seconds. tanners complexion was.. puzzling. he didn’t know what to say at first but making the first step is a hard thing to swallow for him. he gets a grasp of your hand and pulls it into a gentle hold. “look at me, babe.” his tone dripping in fear. he wanted to make sure he says the right thing. you look at him, furious with him. you want to be angry, this can’t keep being a common thing with him. you feel as if it is. “me not knowing what to say isn’t really an excuse but, i really don’t know what to this time.” he starts as he squeezes his eyes shut. “but id like to try and understand.” he looks into your eyes.

your tears staining your cheeks. “fighting with you feels like the end of the world and im tired of this pit in my stomach everytime we have an argument. it makes me scared.” he looks away. “and you understand that, when no one else probably could.” he laughs awkwardly. “i try with my words, i try really hard. you know that, do you?” you sigh as you nod. he kisses your cheeks gently. “i’ll try my damn hardest.” he grins at you, you not containing a generous one back. “i’m sorry, baby. i’m more sorry than i was yesterday and half as sorry as i will be tomorrow.” he caresses your cheek, his eyes dimming lowly.

[hypernova-writes]

Im a simple person, i read something pokemon related, i become involved. Can you do like a larry(the gym leader from gen 9) x female reader who works at the restaurant he eats at? He thought nothing of it until he realizes his lustful desires and tries to be with the reader which she likes him back[consent of course]. Nsfw if you don't mind?

I LOVE LARRRYYYY listen he's in my top 10 fave Poke men, like idk what it is about this middle aged man but GOD does he have me clawing at the cage of my inclosure—

If you'd like to support me, Here's my kofi!

Larry x Reader: Can't help myself.

At first he'd thought it was something that could just go away.

He thought you were just some flitting feeling.

Until now.

When he first saw you, he remembers it like it was yesterday. You were a new hire, not his usual server who would take his order.

"Hi! What can I get you today?"

Your smile was infectious, he couldn't help but allow a slight grin to grace his lips. When he relayed his order to you, he watched as you pursued your lips as you concentrated on writing.

"Got it! It'll be right up!"

You were such a cute little thing. Something out of his normal routine, his mundane life that he continued to go through each day. You were like a breath of fresh air.

So each day he made sure to adjust his schedule a bit to make sure that gets you.

He loved the way that you greeted him each time he came. "Hi there Larry~!, getting your usual?" And he could feel his heart flutter.

He knew he was falling for you, especially since he was dreaming of you at night.

Dreaming of your body on top of his late at night, you waiting at home for him wearing practically nothing, begging for him to just to absolutely destroy you.

Now everytime he saw you u. The restaurant, he would have daydreams of bending you over the counter right then and there.

Or he could take you to the back, find a storage room and bury his face between your thighs, listening to those cute and adorable little moans leaning your body.

Fuck. He was getting hard.

He runs his hands across his face before he finally decided that fuck it. He needed to know if you felt the same or not.

"Hey. Y/n."

He watched as you turned around, coming to walk over to him. "Hmm? You need something Larry?"

"Yea. Are you single?"

You blushed and rubbed the back of your neck. "O-oh me? Yea.."

He smirks before he finished. "Good, Because I want you to be my girlfriend." He was forward, no need in hiding what he wanted to badly. He loved the nervous and adorable blush that came across your face.

Of course he was a gentleman, walked you in, took your coat, guided you to the small dinner he had whipped up in his kitchen.

"Come by after work."

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Larry felt a bit bad for the man that he became the moment you stepped through his door.

He watches as you eat, a small smile breaking out as he watches you do a little happy dance from how good the food was.

The way you looked over at him, oh how he loved it so.

That's why the way you looked under him was so much better.

The little noises that left your body, as his hands grip those thick, plush thighs of yours. You took him so well, begging and pleading for him to fuck hou harder.

"L-larry~!"

His name sounded like Heaven coming off your lips, it made him want ot completely destroy you, ruin you for someone else so that you could only be with him.

"You like that?..huh? Being my naughty girl."

"Y-yes yes!" He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slammed his hips into hers, he gripped the bedsheets near your head, whispering praises into your ear as he decided right there.

You were going to be his and no one else's. You were only going to be apart of his daily routine.

Not anyone else's.