If You Think I'm Pretty [Sal FisherxFem!Reader]

You had taken to hanging out with Larry while Sal went to classes. You were both quietly playing videos games, Larrys stereo playing a Sanitys Fall album in the background.

"So it's Sally Faces' birthday soon." Larry says without taking his eyes from the screen.

"Really? We gotta do something for it, right?" You reply, continuing to focus on the game.

"Of fucking course. My idea is a little get together up in the treehouse." Larry tells you, a smile playing on his lips.

"That's an awesome idea." You say, huffing and dropping the controller into your lap as Larry beat you at the game. "What would we do? Just drink, smoke weed and hang out?" You ask, turning to look at him.

"I mean we could camp out up there, that could be fun." Larry grins, turning to you.

"We aren't eight, Larry." You say with a laugh. "Also its December, it's gonna get cold as fuck outside."

"I'm serious!" Larry thinks for a moment, realising you're right about the weather. "Maybe we could... hold the party at your place?"

"I don't know, Lar.." You say, rubbing the back of your neck. You didnt like the idea of cleaning up after everyone had gone.

"Pleaaaase? For lil ol' Sally Face?" Larry says, putting on his best puppy eyes.

The mention of Sal almost immediately convinces you, you would truely do anything to make him happy. You let out a sigh and fold your arms. "Fine, but you better help me clean up the apartment after."

"Yes! You're the fucking best, Y/N!" He says, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Yeah, yeah..." You return the hug, giving his back a few pats.

Larry pulls away from the hug, heading towards his dresser. "Of course it helps that you're down astronomically bad for him." He laughs when you grab a pillow off his bed, throwing it at his head. "Ow! Just sayin' what I see."

He tosses the pillow back onto his bed before turning back to his dresser, opening his draw and taking a pre-rolled joint out of a ziplock bag. "So are you guys dating or what?" He asks, closing the draw and walking back over to you.

"I don't think so? We don't really talk about it. Besides, we haven't gone on any dates." You shrug and watch Larry pat the pockets of his jeans before pulling a lighter from one of them.

"Sals never been good at talking about how he feels when it comes to love." Larrys says as he lights the end of the joint. "I know my bro though, he likes you a lot. I knew he would the moment I set eyes on you." He laughs, taking a drag as he shoves his lighter back in his pocket.

"I don't doubt that." You smile. "Sal doesn't strike me as a fuckboy despite sometimes dressing like one."

Larry shrugs. "He doesn't really have the confidence to be a fuckboy." He takes another puff of the joint before handing it to you. "Besides he's too sweet for that shit, he'd never use someone like that."

You take the joint between his fingers and take a drag, exhaling the smoke slowly before looking over at the brunette. "I promise I'll talk to him about it."

Larry nods in response and smiles. "So about the party, what about games?"

You laugh, taking another puff before handing the joint back to him. "I have Twister,"

"That might get sexual, sounds like an idea." Larry laughs. "Truth or Dare? Telephone? Spin the bottle?"

"Spin the bottle? With like eight people? If we invite Chug and Maple anyway." You say, raising a brow.

"Yeah?" Larry shrugs.

"Half of said eight people are dating eachother and one of the other half is your step-brother," You point out.

"Yeah, fair point. Spin the bottles out then." Larry says, taking another drag of his joint.

"Maybe we should ask Ash to help us plan." You suggest and Larry nods.

Both your heads turn to the door as you hear it open, a smile spreading on your lips as you see a familiar bluenette enter.

"Sally Face!"

"Larry Face!"

You watch as Sal fist bumps his brother and roll your eyes. He then takes a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

"Hey, Blue. You seem awfully cheery," You smirk, leaning into him.

"Just did particularly good on a project," He says, reaching back with his free hand and unbuckling the bottom buckle of his mask. Sal leans over slightly, taking the joint from Larry. You don't question his clear attempt at an excuse.

You watch as Sal slips it beneath his mask and take a drag, the smoke drifting from the holes of his mask.

"You know you dont gotta wear that if you don't wanna bro, it's only me and Y/N here." Larry speaks up after a moment of silence, leaning back against his bed.

Sal seems to stiffen and look over at his brother with wide azure eyes before looking down nervously. "I... I know, I just worry the longer you guys look at my face the more disgusting you'll find it." He says honestly, before handing the joint to you.

"Anybody who'd ever think that way about you isn't even worth knowing, Sal." You tell him, furrowing your brows.

Sal looks over your serious expression for a moment before closing his eyes and letting out a breath. He the reaches behind his head and undoes the other strap of his mask, letting it fall into his lap.

You smile, leaning up and kissing the scarred skin of his cheek. "I'm proud of you, I know that was a huge step for you." You take a puff of the joint before handing it to Larry.

"I'm proud of you too, bro." He says, shooting a genuine smile at his brother before beginning to smoke again.

"I apprieciate you guys support," Sal said with a smile, looking over at his brother before dropping his gaze to you. He moved his free hand to gently brush your hair behind your ear before brushing his fingers down your cheek, stopping beneath your chin and gently lifting it so he can look at your pretty face better.

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you gaze up at him, his thumb brushes against your lower lip, pulling it down slightly. He then moves his hand down to your throat, smirking as your breath hitches and he leans down, finally capturing your lips with his.

Eyes slipping closed, you happily return his kiss and move your hand up his chest, reaching his shoulder and held into it.

He deepens the kiss, giving your throat a small squeeze and using the resulting moan it draws from you to slide his tongue into your mouth. His sudden confidence was certainly welcome, he didn't seem like someone who was very dominant.

You grip the shirt on his shoulder as your tongues hungrily danced together, wishing you could pull the hairties from his blue hair and hold onto it. Each brush of his tongue against your sent pleasurable sensation down to your crotch and you'd jump on him right then and there if it wasn't for Larry. Oh. Larry.

You pull away, catching your breath as you release his shirt. He kisses your forehead, dropping his hand from your throat.

"If you guys are gonna fuck, please don't do it in front of me." Larry teases with a smirk, handing the joint over to Sal when he reaches out for it.

"Sorry, he's in a weird a mood." You try to explain to him, your eyes flicking back to Sal as you watch him exhale smoke.

"I'm in a mood alright," Sal teased, handing the weed to you. "But I can practice patience,"

You roll your eyes, taking a puff off the weed. "I have no idea whats gotten into you," You say, exhaling the smoke and smirk. "But I like it, Blue." You hand the joint back to Larry and lean your head against the bluenettes shoulder.

"Alright, Lar." Sal says, picking up your controller. "Bring it on."