#ler!larry

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FUCK! It was a long day.. The loads and piles of getting boxes to pack was exhausting, to say the least. Immediately unpacking it all just might have been the worst part of it.. Not to mention the boxes afterwards going to waste in a storage unit. There was a lot of organizing and putting everything together. A lot of cleaning, talking, exchanging, agreeing and disagreeing, the PAPERWORK! You can tell by now how much all that is to just move into an apartment.. JUST AN APARTMENT! imagine what it's like moving into a HOUSE..

Anywho,

Sal was tired as hell. I mean who wouldn't, given the circumstances? But now that Sal is completely finished, he can finally relax- wait.. Is he forgetting something?

"It feels.. Empty. Too empty." Sal had whispered out loud to himself. Of course things would feel empty and Lonesome, it's a new place- new environment! What is there to feel crowded and warm inside when you're all alone in the apartment-

"GIZMO!" Sal randomly shouted.. Wow, Thanks for interrupting. The boy was right however, cause Gizmo was no where to be seen. All the moving and stuff had Sal so physically and mentally tired that the thought of his own cat swept his mind.

So,

For any logical young man to do in these drastic circumstances is to go retrieve their pet.

And retrieve he did!

Not even 5 minutes later, Sal had brought his cat home just in time to see Larry and Neil sitting in the living room area.

"Oh, hey Sally face!" Larry said enthusiastically. He had gotten up from his place to greet Sal and Gizmo by resting his arm on Sal's shoulder, and using the other hand to gently pet the unbothered feline.

"Do you really have to rest your arm on me everytime you see me?" Sal asked while moving his shoulder to try and get the taller's arm off. (It didn't work by the way.)

"As your brother, I am obligated to annoy the absolute shit out of you,, C'mere Sally!" Larry then wrapped his arm around Sal's neck without any actual force, causing the shorter to stumble on his feet, and started to give him a noogie.

"Wait- ssh-Ow!! Laharry?! Quit ihit, that huhurts!" Sal yelped in surprise, still holding Gizmo with pride. The blue headed guitarist tried to get out of his brother's hold, but it was to no avail.

"C'mon Sally~ if you don't want a noogie, then I'll give you my special Larry~ Annoyance!" the older stopped his noogie attack to dart his hands to Sal's sides.

"AAH! Lahaharry! W-wahahait!" Sal, a nervous wreck, panicked with how he's going to hold onto Gizmo without dropping him and feeling bad for the rest of that evening. Although the tabby was unbothered by all the moving, Gizmo couldn't help but to look up at Sal with a confused expression on his fur.

"Awe, look at Gizmo! He's curious about you, Sal." Neil chipped in on the commotion, looking fondly at Gizmo who tried to sniff out the sounds that were coming from Sal. The curious feline got close enough to the boy's neck, and continued to sniff out the sounds.

Unfortunately for Sal, the feeling alone, as well as the whiskers, had made the tingly sensation worse through out his body. He had become weak to the knees, but still had enough strength to keep himself up so he doesn't end up falling and possibly hurting his cat.

"Nohoho Gihizmo,, cuhuhut it ohout!" Sal said quickly. He was thankful that his mask was on so no one could see how beat red his face has gotten.

"Awee, look at that! Gizmo is one curious cat, isn't he?" Larry said, still owning up to his name and tickling the shit out of Sal.

"Ihihi'm gohohoing to ahahactually kihill you laharry!" Sal tried to sound threatening, but with how his childish giggles were betraying his usual mysterious image, it was hard to take him seriously.

"Oh no! I'm so~ scared! I need to hide.. But where?" Larry acted out in a scared tone to make Sal laugh even more like the tickling sensation and Gizmo's very affective sniffing wasn't enough already. To drag out his act, he moved his hands around Sal's torso and ribs like he was trying to find something, but really was acting on trying to "hide".

"StohAHahp!! Ihihi'm gohoing toho fahAAH!" unfortunately for Sal, his psychic-like powers were pinged correct as Larry darted his hands in Sal's underarms, and this caused the shorter to lunge slightly forward while bringing himself and Gizmo down to the floor.

Larry followed however, trying to use his strength to level the fall so the landing doesn't hurt his brother too bad, as well as startling Gizmo as much.

Luckily for the both of them, Gizmo took this as a sign to finally get off of the panicked boy, and strut over to Neil who was still watching the scene unfold on the couch. Amused as ever.

"LAHAHARRY! IHIHI- stahaha- *snort* Pleahaha-!" The poor boy was too ticklish to form any words, much to his dismay.

"Hoholy Macorle! This is hilarious! Neil! You should video this for Ash." Larry suddenly said, still keeping his hands in Sal's underarms.

"NO NO NO!,, Dohohon't!" Sal swung his head from side to side to emphasize how he doesn't want ash to see this side of him. Of course, they've had their tickle fights, but to have it taped and sent out?? That's too embarrassing!

Unlucky for Sal, however, Neil did what was asked and pulled out a recorder to send to Ashley.

"Hey, Ash! It's Neil. Just wanted to make this short video to show this adorable scene of Larry tickling the shit out of Sal!" Neil proudly announced, aiming the camera to Sal.

"NOHOHO! Pohohoint Thahahat thing ahahAWAAY- LARRY!!" Sal suddenly screeched while trying to block out the camera view when Larry suddenly hit a weak spot.

"Mahan! If only if you were here, Ash. His reactions are priceless." Larry said loud enough for the phone to hear.

The embarrassing blush that formed on Sam's check were thankfully not shown with his mask in the way, but damn was he getting sweaty from under that mask because of it.

"Ohohkay, you hahaha- had yohour FUN! plehehease stohop." sal pleaded. He was growing tired from the laughing, and both Larry and Neil knew it.

Larry thankfully seized his onslaught and let sal basically lay there to recover.

He basically curled up and took heavy breathes to try and calm down, still havin a bit of a giggle fit from the phantom touches.

"Alright, well Sal seems to be done, so hopefully you enjoyed his mihisery. Bye ash! Guys, say bye!" Neil suddenly said, catching Sal by surprised by him stopping his breathe for a second before completely drowning in his own embarrassment.

"Bye Ashley!! Don't forget you're coming over this weekend! See ya later." Larry said happily, waving at the camera while also patting Sal's back for a dramatic show for the girl.

"Plehease don't send that to Ahash!" Sal begged, looking up to stare and Larry and Neil.

"Don't worry, Sally. Ash already knows you're ticklish, so it's nothing new, haha." Neil said, analyzing the video that was proudly heard by the others.

"If you really don't want us to send that video to Ash, then we won't. Promise on my life, dude." Larry said sincerely. He stuck out his pinky finger to Sal with a genuine smile to show that he was actually telling the truth.

Sal was about to lift up his own hand to connect his pinky with Larry's until they both heard Neil gasp in surprise.

"Oh no.. I'm so sorry dude, I accidentally sent the video while Larry was talking.. I can try to delete the video, but she's already looking at the video." Neil said, apologetically. Still going by larry's word, he deletes the video and explains to Ash about Sal's embarrassment; reasulting in Ash being understanding of it.

"It's okay, I guess.. Let's just hope she doesn't try anything while over here for the weekend." Sal said nervously.

"Sally? Bro what's going on? Where're ya going?" He places a hand on Sal's shoulder to stop him, causing the latter to flinch. "S-Sorry Larry...I....didn't mean to wake you up." "Dude I wasn't even asleep yet. What are you doing u- oh. Was it another nightmare?" He pulls Sal a little closer and turns him so they're facing each other, thats when he noticed. Sal isn't wearing his prosthetic or his glass eye. It was clear he was in a rush to get down here. "Must've been a bad one..." Larry whispers to himself. "Come on bro. Let's talk." He pulls the younger boy into his room and shuts the door. He signals Sal to sit on his bed. As he does Larry quickly fills the empty spot next to him.

"You look terrible man. Talk to me." Larry places a comforting hand on Sals shoulder, then is shocked when the poor kid bursts into tears. Sal quickly starts wiping his face to stop them but they won't stop coming, only making him cry harder. At first Larry could only watch, Sal rarely broke down in front of him, and when he did it was never this bad. Fuck that nightmare must have really gotten to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, he had a much bigger task at hand now. Larry gently pulls Sal into his chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny, shaking frame. Sal tenses for a brief moment before he quickly throws his arms around Larry, sobbing heavily into his chest. "It's alright man it's okay. You're safe now I'm here. I've got you lil bro." Larry coos comforts softly into Sal's ear, running his hand up and down his back. "M-M-My fault- I-It wa was my hnngh I-I" he sobs, voice coming out in squeaky hiccups. "No. No dude it wasn't. It wasn't your fault dude I promise. You're okay. You're okay." Larry begins to rock the small boy back and forth, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. The two stay like this for what feels like an hour, Sal's sobbing slowly quieting down into soft hiccups until eventually he slowly pulls away.

"You okay man. How're feeling?" Larry quickly asks, a slight worried tone to his voice. "I....I don't...I feel b-bad but...better." Sal wipes his eye. "Fuck I'm s-so sorry dude I....I know I should've dealt w-with this but I couldn't c-calm down I just w-wanted to see y-you. Fuck I feel like a damn kid" Larry grabs him by the shoulder, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You know I'm always here for you dude. There's no way I'm gonna let you deal with this shit on your own. Capeesh?" Sal can't help but smile, another tear falling down his face. "C-Capeesh." He chuckles and wipes the traitor away. "I should probably let you get back to bed. I don't want to wake up Lisa." Larry scoffs "Nah dude I'm not letting you out of my sight! Plus, moms out right now. Remember she went out for dinner with your dad last night? Pretty sure she's still with 'im." Sal fakes a gag. "Eww don't remind me." He giggles and gently slaps Larry's leg. The taller boy let's out a dramatic gasp "How rude Sally Face! And to think I was gonna give you the perfect cure for your nightmares." Sal tilts his head in confusion. "Cure? What on earth are you talking about?" Larry lets out a small snicker. "Well you're lucky I love you so much bro. I'll let you in on this little secret. Some say there's an ancient ritual, one that, if it's preformed correctly, will wash away all bad thoughts!" Sal looks at his brother with skepticism. "Yeaaah right dude. And what is this 'ritual?'" Sal asks, using finger quotes as he says ritual. Larry smirks, placing a hand on Sals arm. "Wanna try? I'm positive it'll help you." Sal shrugs "Sure dude. What do I've got to lOSE!" Sal gasps as he's forcefully pulled over next to Larry, back softly hitting his mattress.

"Gah L-Larry! A little warning next...w-what are you doing?" Sal watches as Larry sits on top of his legs. "I'm starting the ritual! I can't have you squirming away? If its interrupted I'll have to start all over! Now. Let me just." He reaches up to the hem of Sals soft pajama shirt and pulls it up, revealing his tummy. Sal's face begins to heat up as Larry places a hand on his shaking stomach. "L-Larry...what are you gonna d-do?" Larry doesn't answer, he just smiles down at his brother and snickers. "Don't move." He begins to softly trace around Sal's belly, the touches causing the boy to gasp and cover his mouth. "N-Nohoho Larryyyy!" He tries his best to keep the giggles down but fuck does it tickle! Larry's soft touches driving his nerves crazy. Larry continued to trace around his belly and sides softly as he spoke to him. "Now dude the ritual won't work if you don't laugh." With that his tracing finger turned into a claw that skitters and scratched around his sensitive midsection. That earned a squeak out of him, hand flying down to grab at the torturous hand. "L-Laahahaharry stop iihihihiit!! Aahaha not thaahahahat!" Sal couldn't help the frantic flow of giggles pouring put of his mouth, his whole body shaking at even the softest touch. Larry grabs the hand trying to stop him. "Now now. Don't want me to have to start over. Just relaaaaax~ We only just started dude." Larry pulls his hand to the side and uses his other to move up to Sals ribs. Now that got a reaction!

"Aaaaaahahahahahaaa! L-Larry no! Nohohoho no no not there!!! Aaahahahahaa staahahahap stahhahap!! Fuck it tickles maahahahan!!" The ticklish boy underneath Larry began to squirm, arching his body away from that damn claw, but it quickly followed him, latching back on and continuing to scratch in between his sensitive ribs. Sals other hand shakily remained at his face, trying to cover his embarrassment from Larry. Much to his dismay, however, Larry had another idea. "Dude you can't keep messing up the ritual like this. Covering your face?? That's a big no!" Larry pulls the hand he's already got up and grabs the hand at Sal's face. Now with both his arms above his head Larry decides it's time to destroy him. He pushes his hand up under Sal's shirt and tickles up to his pit and back down to his ribs. Sal let out a shriek and bucks "AAAHAHAAA!! LARREEHEHEHEHEEE LARRY PLEASE PLEASE!!! I'M ALRIGHT! AAHAHAHAHAHAAA IM BETTER NOOHOHOHOHOOW! PLEEEHEHEHE HE HE HEEASE!! COME ON IT TICKLES SO BAAAHAHAHAHAAD!!" He squeals again as Larry travels back down his side to squeeze at his hips. Sal snorts and kicks his legs out frantically, tears of mirth falling out of his eye.

"Right Sal were almost done. We just have to finish off strong! It's the most important step." He moves his hand down to Sal's side, still lightly scratching at the spot to elicit more squeaky giggles from the boy. "W-Whaahahat is i-ihihit? What's the gee!! Geeehehehehee t-thehehe last stehehehep?" Larry smirked down at him, releasing his arm and placing both hands on Sal's sides. "Don't worry bout it bro. Just relax! It'll be over before you know it." With that, Larry began his descent, inching his face closer to the quivering belly below him. Sal's eye grew wide, hands flying to push at Larry's head. "N-No! Nononohoho please not that!" Larry peers up at Sal and smiles "Come on Sal! It's the last thing I gotta do. If I don't we gotta start all over!" Sal blinks a couple time before he huffs out a small "fine" and pulls his hands back. "J-Just make it qu-quick..." Larry cackles "sure thing!" His face flys down to Sal's belly, right above the navel and he blows a huge raspberry on thr sensitive spot. Sal shrieks and spasms wildly under Larry, hands flying around, legs kicking out as his whole body shakes with laughter. "AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! AAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU DID IIHIHIHIIIT! FUCK FUCK AAAHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAAHAHAHAHAA!!!" His laugh is loud, mixed with squeaks and snorts. Larry blows a few extra raspberries on his tummy before finally letting up and scooting off.

"Ritual complete! You should be safe from any nightmares!" Larry proclaims proudly before looking over to Sal. "Feeling any better?" He asks softly. Sal lays still on the bed, hand resting on his tummy as he gets the last remaining giggles out of his system. "Th-Thahahat was mean L-Larry fahahace." He glares at Larry but he can tell there's no real malice behind it. Sal just sighs and slowly sits up. "But yea....I do feel better. Thanks Lar." Larry pulls him into a tight hug "Good! I'm glad you had fun." Sal blushes "W-What I-!" He pulls away to see Larry's smirk. "Pssh w-whatever." His face turns a bright red. "Let's just go to sleep..." he mumbles as he pulls Larry down to lay next to him. The rocker pulls him in as they drift off. "Glad you enjoyed it Sally Face. Cause the ritual states I have to preform it every night to keep the nightmares away."

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You snorted.

“Y/N!” The director called.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t keep it in,” you said, really apologetically.

“Larry, we got it all perfectly until Y/N laughed. Go from the next line after that,” the director instructed.

“Compose yourself,” the director said, chuckling at you. He wasn’t mad, just wanted to get the scene done so everyone could move on. You took a deep breath and nodded.

“Action!” the director yelled.

“I think we're getting somewhere now, so...oh! Perfect timing! So, you wanna give daddy some sugar?” Larry said.

You could see Ben’s shoulders move out of the corner of your eye, he let out a tiny - almost inaudible - giggle which set you off.

“Y/N!” Everyone said in unison.

“I’m sorry! I managed to hold it in until I saw Ben laugh and it set me off,”

“Oh so it’s my fault?” Ben asked.

“Yes! If you didn’t giggle I would’ve been fine!” You exclaimed.

“We got all the speech now which is fine. Larry, we just need you to walk over to Simon like we practised,” the director said. Larry nodded.

“You definitely need to compose yourself for this,” Larry said, looking at you.

You took a deep breath and zenned yourself.

“I’m okay now, I’ll be fine,” you said.

“Good. Everyone ready?” The director said.

Larry gave you a little wink just before the director yelled action. His walk was meant to quite camp, swishing his hips from side to side, but he over dramatised it and his whole body was practically swaying from side to side as he took big strides towards Simon. You burst into giggles again.

“Oh come on Y/N! I thought you said you were fine!” Mat said, laughing at your laugh.

“You little shit! You did that on purpose!” You exclaimed at Larry.

“Don’t know what you mean,” he shrugged, smirking.

“He walked like that in rehearsal which set me off big time. He knew it would make me laugh on set. You crafty devil,” you said. He laughed.

“Alright that one was on me, I wanted to make her laugh,” Larry said.

“Alright, let’s go for one more shot. Larry, walk properly this time,” the director instructed.

Larry nodded and completed the walk properly. Finally, the scene was complete and the director yelled cut.

After you had gotten changed out of your costume, you walked into the green room to find Larry, Mat, Ben and Jim all sitting around chatting.

“Oh, hey giggles. Have you calmed down yet?” Ben asked. You shot him a glare and he chuckled.

“Very funny. That was all Larry’s fault,” you said.

“Hey! What did I do?” Larry exclaimed.

“You made me laugh, on purpose too,”

“Only once. But it’s not my fault that I’m so funny,” he said, you scoffed.

“Kendall is funny, you’re not,” you smirked.

“Oh? And who do you think wrote him?” asked Larry.

“Ben,” you replied, the corner of your lip curling upwards. Larry raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you saying Ben is funnier than me?” He asked.

“Well, she’s not wrong,” Ben said.

“Shush Ben,” Larry said. “Is that what you’re trying to say?” he asked you.

“Yep. Ben is funnier than you. As are Mat and Jim. Even I am,” you said. His face dropped.

“Oh you really are asking for trouble now aren’t you?” He asked, taking a step towards you. “Well I can certainly make you laugh without even saying a word,” he teased.

“Just looking at you is enough,” you smirked. He raised an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

Larry grabbed you and tackled you to the floor. He started scribbling his fingers all over your tummy.

“NAHAHAHAHA!” You screeched, grabbing hold of his wrists.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, coolly. He started squeezing up and down your sides. You yelped and tried to twist away.

“See? You’re not even looking at me and yet I’m making you laugh,” he teased. His fingers scribbled up and down your sides and across your tummy making you shriek with laughter.

“Seems like someone’s in a bit of trouble,” teased Ben.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHP!” You screamed, making him laugh.

“You’re not gonna let her speak to you like that are you?” asked Jim. Ben cleared his throat and slowly approached you.

“FUHUHUCK OFF!” You yelled as you spotted Ben.

“Now now, no need for that is there young lady?” Ben asked. He pinned one arm above your head and wiggled his fingers into your armpit. You yelped and tried to twist away but couldn’t because Larry was straddling your waist.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” You cried, overcome with laughter.

“Does this tickle, Y/N? Does it?” Ben teased, tickling deep into your armpit.

“YEHEHEHEHES!”

“Hm, clearly not enough if she can still speak though. Mat! Jim! Give us a hand,” Larry ordered. They looked at each other and smiled before approaching you too.

Larry shuffled down until he was sat on your legs and Mat and Jim sat either side of you.

“Ben, if you please?” Larry said. Ben nodded and pulled both your arms up above your head and knelt on them.

“G-guys..what are you doing…” you asked, nervous.

“Oh nothing, just making sure we can make you laugh without saying a word,” Larry said. “Ready boys?” Mat, Jim and Ben nodded.

“Get her.” Larry said with a deep voice.

Ben scribbled his fingers into your underarms whilst Larry spidered his fingers across your tummy. Mat and Jim were squeezing up and down your sides and your ribs. You screamed louder than ever.

“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO PLEHEASE!” You cried.

None of them said a word. Larry caught your eye and winked. He lifted up your top a little bit and danced his fingers around your waistline.

“LAHAHAHAHARRY!” You cried.

Silence.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Larry raised an eyebrow at the boys and shook his head. Without warning, he bent down and blew a raspberry on your tummy. The noise that came out of you was inhumane. Larry shot a look at Jim and Mat and used his eyes to instruct them to do the same.

Simultaneously, the three boys bent down and blew raspberry after raspberry on your tummy. Ben had picked up the pace of fingers tickling your armpit. You screamed and shrieked and tried to twist and turn but it was no use. In the end, the armpit tickling and the raspberries, mixed with fingers scribbling into your sides, became too much for you and you fell into a silent laughter. The boys stopped instantly and sat back up.

“You...monsters…” you panted.

“Made you laugh without saying a word,” Larry shrugged.

“That...was cheating,” you scoffed.

“Did you or did you not laugh?” he asked. You muttered out a yes.

“See? I’m always right,” he teased.

They all got off of you and Ben gave you a hand up. Larry pulled you in for a hug before whispering in your ear.

🎭 Sally face tickle headcanon's